I'am really proud of myself on Connor's POV so I can't wait for you to read that.

Evan's POV
Here we are. At dinner table with the Murphy's. I had a plate of mash potatoes, vegan chicken (whatever that is) and some vegetables on the side.

Every time I go eat at someone's house I always remember what my mom taught me "Never put more seasoning than the chef already put on, do not reach across the table for something ask it to be handed over and don't drink a lot cause it can show you want to get the taste out of your mouth."

Honestly it is good advice and I thank her for that.

The silence is so awkward and it's killing me to the bone. Connor is probably walking around somewhere since he left after shouting at his mom some more when he pulled away from the kiss he gave me.

God that kiss. I actually liked it, I can feel myself blush at the thought of it. But I like Zoe. Well do I like her enough to imagine kissing her?

I didn't notice Mrs.Murphy trying to get my attention for the past 15 seconds.
"Evan sweetie are you ok?"
"I-Um- y-yeah. I think I should be going." I say looking down at my plate noticing I actually ate a decent amount, "Zoe will drive you home, isn't that right dear?" Mrs.Murphy said with a smile looking at Zoe.

"Uh- yeah." She said in a monotone voice, oh God is she mad at me? "Well thank you for coming dear." Mrs.Murphy said getting up and giving me a hug.

"T-Thank yo-you for hav-having me." I responded looking down at my shoes fiddling with the hem of my shirt.
"It's really no problem, come over tomorrow if you want! We would be happy to have you, right Larry?"

"Yeah kid come over whenever you want." Larry said with a small smile showing his wrinkles.

Connor's POV

I blow another cloud of smoke into the atmosphere feeling the high starting to kick in again, God, what is wrong with you Connor I said as I facepalm myself.

You're a fucking mess. You don't belong here, you just fuck shit up and don't do anything to make it better, but this is why weed exist.
I smile to myself looking at my joint taking another hit.

It feels good being high. Being high feels like freedom from fucking reality. I envy the stars I think to myself as I look up at the sky feeling a nice breeze blow my hair back a little, they get to be beautiful at night and disappear in the morning. I can actually relate to them in some way.

They are so bright, looking for someone to see them and yet everyone looks down even though the stars are up high, they are never seen,  just like me. That's probably me just being high though.

I finish my joint and decide to head home, it was a long night and I have to deal with shit in the morning.

I jump over the fence again, climb up the tree near the roof. Walk on the roof and up to my bedroom window which is always unlocked for me awaiting for my arrival.
I climb in and close my window silently so no one can hear me, I change into a black t shirt that says My Chemical Romance and some gray basketball shorts.

I make my way to my bed and plop down on it somehow finding my way under the covers. I can hear the wind howl outside now indicating that it has gotten stronger, I lay down on my back looking at my ceiling,
You're a fuck up was my final thought before I close my eyes and see nothing but darkness hoping that I will have a dream about the stars.

I'm such a bad author, I was gone for a month and I didn't even say anything and I apologize for that. But I was listening to Sophia Anne Caruso singing "Life on Mars?" And it inspired me to write :)