- setting: the bleachers outside the football stadium around 12:47am !
DRIX WAS PACING it was well past midnight and he felt like his mind was screaming. he’d tried working, smoking, drinking, sex, even talking to his dad but nothing could make him feel better so here he was sitting on the bleachers blunt between his teeth as he stared up at the stars. “ what keeps you up on this fine night ? ” he asked watching as the smoke he blew towards the sky twisted and disappeared into the night sky, god he wished he could be like that smoke.
Anthony hadn’t expected anyone else to be here, so when he finished his jog around the football field, pulled out one of his headphones, and realized someone was speaking to him, he raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Something better than you’re dealing with, that’s for damn sure.” The boy looked worn out--and that was putting it nicely. But damn if he didn’t make Anthony want a smoke. He grabbed his waterbottle and took a seat on the bleacher just beneath him. “Couldn’t sleep. You alright, man?”