[She glances towards him, though, and something new begins.
You're sitting on someone's bedroom floor. You know the boy next to you - his name is Henry. You're... friends, though there's definitely something unspoken between the two of you. He's smoking something that Yin Yu probably won't recognize as the memory begins, and you speak.
"...Your mom is, like, in the next room." You say with a nervous tinge to your voice, but he gives a laugh.
"She's in denial. It's totally convenient." He offers you some, but you shake your head, prompting him to continue. "Dude, it's therapeutic." At that, you just roll your eyes. "Right. It's medical marijuana to treat your ADD."
"Totally." He answers with a smile, but after a second, he follows up with: "...Huh?"
"I don't put anything into my mouth that's on fire." There's a smirk on your end as well as you respond. With a shrug, he answers. "I guess that's a good rule." As soon as he says that, he leans over to kiss you, and you lean back once he's about to make contact.
"Look, I... can't do this. Not with my life. I'm, like, one fuck up from disaster!" But he just shakes his head. "Your life is not a disaster! The environment is a disaster. Sprint is a disaster."
"You're stoned." You scoff, both annoyed and fond all at once, before the two of you continue speaking (the memory ends at 0:34).
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[She glances towards him, though, and something new begins.
You're sitting on someone's bedroom floor. You know the boy next to you - his name is Henry. You're... friends, though there's definitely something unspoken between the two of you. He's smoking something that Yin Yu probably won't recognize as the memory begins, and you speak.
"...Your mom is, like, in the next room." You say with a nervous tinge to your voice, but he gives a laugh.
"She's in denial. It's totally convenient." He offers you some, but you shake your head, prompting him to continue. "Dude, it's therapeutic." At that, you just roll your eyes. "Right. It's medical marijuana to treat your ADD."
"Totally." He answers with a smile, but after a second, he follows up with: "...Huh?"
"I don't put anything into my mouth that's on fire." There's a smirk on your end as well as you respond. With a shrug, he answers. "I guess that's a good rule." As soon as he says that, he leans over to kiss you, and you lean back once he's about to make contact.
"Look, I... can't do this. Not with my life. I'm, like, one fuck up from disaster!" But he just shakes his head. "Your life is not a disaster! The environment is a disaster. Sprint is a disaster."
"You're stoned." You scoff, both annoyed and fond all at once, before the two of you continue speaking (the memory ends at 0:34).
After a few seconds:]
...Um.