Song: King-Sized Death Bed ~The Weeks

Des lied sprawled out across her bed with her head hanging over the edge. Her hair fell over part of my shoulder as I set there with my legs crossed and a bottle of grape MD 40/40 in one hand.

It was just a normal Friday night for us. Her bedroom was cool and lightly lit with clear Christmas lights. The smell of incense mingled with the shisha that Des laced with weed in hopes that her parents wouldn't smell it. 'She's not fooling anyone,' I laugh to myself