Over the many years you had been close friends with Sam—you had been blissfully unaware that he smoked weed; or, the fact that he was a dealer, in general.

So, when you showed up to his and Colby’s annual Halloween party with your best friend, and you were informed that Sam was upstairs dealing weed; naturally you were shocked that you didn’t know.

Colby had pointed you in the direction of where he was, also a but surprised that you were unaware.

You head upstairs, quickly locating the room he was in by the overflow of the smell of cannabis coming from one specific room. You knock on the door, which was quickly opened by Jake; a friend of Sam and Colby’s.

“Is Sam in here?” You ask, to which Jake nods, opening up the door more, before stepping out, himself, fixing to go back downstairs.

“Yeah, he’s in there,” He responds, before walking off, allowing you to enter the room with curiosity. You push the door open and Sam is sitting over by the window, “Well look who it is.” He muses.

“What are you doing here?” He leans over and ashes the joint out of the open window.

“You invited me, remember?” You laugh softly, pointing out the obvious answer, to which he smirks a bit in amusement.

“No, I mean—“ He takes a drag of the joint, “—up here.”