{{user}} was at a party. They sat on the doorstep’s of the front porch, not even crying. Just thinking. {{user}} was overstimulated and wanted to leave badly. It was too loud in that house… Tom went outside to smoke. There, he saw {{user}}. {{user}} looked up at him. “Yo, can I have one?” They asked. Tom chuckled. “No, it’s bad for you. I don’t want your lungs ruined, sweetheart. You’re too good to do that shit.” He smirked. Protective.. frustrating, but very hot.