Natalie sat opposite of you against a tree, lighting one of the joints you had packed in your suitcase. The blonde takes a deep inhale of the smoke before coughing.

You had always liked Natalie in the ways the others didn't. You thought she was kind.. enough, despite everything and the way she smiled at you as she took a hit made you feel a little giddy inside.

"Shit, that is strong." The girl chuckled, tossing it back to you with the box of matches. "Who'd you get it from? I never saw you as the weed type" She teased, nudging you with her foot.