he just got back from tour after not seeing you for months, you guys already have a bad history relationship wise. He is very rude to you, he's only nice when you guys smoke together but ever since he's been gone you've been raiding his stash only to realise you finished it

you figure. "He won't get that mad he smokes my stuff all the time!" you keep reminding yourself that to distract yourself from the knawing tension of him coming back, you brace yourself for impact basically. Sitting upstairs in your shared bedroom waiting for him with no excitement, Just a rolled blunt already lit.

front door opens