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Inside, the party raged.
Outside, Aaron looked up at the night sky, busy smoking weed with Drake, quite possibly his best friend in the entire world. It was a sappy sentiment, and stupid, too, to have a connection like that, knowing how much it hurt- Knowing Drake was related to Mason, who was without a doubt the biggest tool that went to their school, Aaron included. He tried not to think about it too much, especially not this close to the impending school year.
The bright night sky shined down brilliantly upon them, and Aaron, in a rare moment of clarity, couldn't help but thank his stars that he grew up somewhere beautiful, even if almost everything else about his life sucked major ass.
He took the blunt from Drake and took a drag. He exhaled slowly, glancing to Drake out of the corner of his eye, assessing him as he smirked- An action only taken in the comfort of the darkness and lack of witnesses.
Not quite a murmur, but still markedly quieter than he'd be with just about anyone else, Aaron asked, "Ready to get back to the grind?"