"She say she wanna roll with me smoke up all my weed." I jammed to my music, sitting in my twin brother, Jackson's room.

Mark appeared out of no where and took my arm.

"Hey where are we going?" I asked.

"I need to smoke." Mark said.

"Like weed?" I questioned.

"No dandelions, yes weed." He rolled his eyes.

"Well what do you need me for?" I asked.

"I need someone to get high with." Mark said.

"Oh I don't..."

He pulled my purple grinder of his pocket. "Don't lie, I found this in your jacket."

I took it from him. "Ok fine, I smoke."

Mark and I went into the basement, it was empty besides a TV, a couch, and a table.

Timeskip

I giggled uncontrollably, Mark was laying on me, his head in my lap.

"You know you're pretty cute." Mark stared up at me.

"Oh... I... ahh..." I blushed.

Mark sat up and placed his hand on my cheek. "So pretty." He wrapped his arms around me and leaned back.

My head laid on his chest. Mark kissed the top of my head.

The door to the basement opened. "Hey, why does it smell like weed down..." Jackson stopped mid sentence, seeing me in his best friend's arms.

"Hi Jackson." I said.

"You got my sister high?!" Jackson exclaimed.

"No I did that all by myself." I smiled proudly.

Jackson sighed. "You know what? I don't even care." He made his way back up stairs.

Mark laughed and kissed my cheek. "He needs to stop worrying about you so much. You're safe with me."