The arguing:

"He's fine"

"No, He's Not!"

Over and over again, it was beginning to be too much for Roman. "STOP! Everyone!"
Silence fell quickly over them after Roman shouted.

Roman sighed, he never thought there'd be a day where he would have to explain his mental health to his friends. "Whether I'm fine or not should be up to me- and right now..." He chuckled lightly to release some of the stress "... I'm not fine."

Patton smacked Logan. "Told ya." Everyone just stood there, unsure of what to do- then Zack and Logan said: "Get him help!" They looked at each other, Zack just rolling his eyes and pulling out a blunt but Patton smacked it out of his hand. "Not in here!"

Zack just groaned. "Wasted Weed., Hey Ro... Ever try weed for your troubles? Fixes a lot of shit!"
Patton gasped "Roman" 

Everyone looked at Roman and Romans eyes landed on Virgil as he hesitantly said "Sure"
Zack grinned and picked up the still light blunt from the ground and handed it to Roman who took a puff and coughed. 

Zack simply chuckled. "Yea it'll do that on your first try." Everyone seemed to be glaring at Zack as Roman continued.

"That's it!" Virgil walked up to Roman and tried to smack the blunt out of his hand but nothing happened.. He was shocked to the point where he just froze and looked at Roman.

Roman looked at Virgil with tears in his eyes, he never thought that he would retort to a gateway drug to cope- he never thought a lot of things yet he was here.

Roman walked outside as tears streamed down his face, guilt and shame rose through his cheeks and he simply looked at the blunt. The question of should I or Shouldn't I rose to him...

Roman sighed and puffed on the blunt again with the thought that he was alone- No one loved him and he needed no one. He wiped his face and smoked until it ran out, Roman walked inside smelling like weed and shame.

No one could help him now.