You sat in the parking lot of the DX. You were smoking a joint. You didn't wanna go home because your family was annoying. Since you were facing the window to the passenger seat, you didn't notice the guy walk over. He knocked on your window and caught your attention. You unlocked the door. "Hey," You replied politely. "Hey." He greeted back. "I'm Steve and I just wanted to say that I liked your car." "Thanks! I'm Y/N and boy you're cute." He chuckled. "I could say the same thing." "Sit." You motioned to the passenger seat. He climbed in and closes the door. "So, Steve you smoke?" He nodded without hesitation. You handed him a joint and you both smoked. You were pretty much faded at that point. He took his last hit before throwing it out the window. "Looks like I've gotta go back in. But if you give me your number maybe we can do this again." He winked. How could you say no? "Of course I look forward to this." He handed you his phone and you put your number in. "Ok, I'll see you whenever." "Friday?" "Friday." You nodded. You watched as he walked back inside and his friend bury him with questions. You laughed as you drove away.

Boys are something else.