– I’m sorry I was having other things in my mind. Tell me Carm, please.

– Nothing I was just wondering that… well, you are my only friend and apparently know a whole lot more about clothes than me, so uhm… would you help me to dress for the date?

“Date”. That simple word detonated a whole mix of emotions inside her. She wasn’t sure what her feelings were but Carmen being on a date with this strange guy definitely wasn’t something she like. What if this guy was just like her and only wanted to make fun of Carmen!? Or what if he was dangerous? Carmen was naive, she needed to protect her.

– …Shane?

– Huh?

– Would you, please?

– I don’t know. I need to go.

And with that she left leaving a very puzzled Carmen.

Her heart was beating faster and faster, and it felt like choking again and again.

Suddenly she couldn’t hear anything anymore, and all the school sounds were just like far noises. She was hot and thought that maybe it was the cold turkey. Since being with Carmen she hadn’t almost did drugs. She had stopped with no aparently reason and didn’t want to start doing it again.

As soon as she entered to her house, she tought about her little box and where it was hiden. It would be so easy to just blow some… but no, she didn’t want that. She wanted to be clean, that was something she had talked with Carmen. About take care of herself… -yeah but where’s Carmen now? She’s probably talking with that asshole about their awesome date… Fuck it-

She went upstairs and light a joint. That would be something to calm down her anxiety for coke, though it didn’t last much…

A few hours later she found herself sitting in the couch thinking. Thinking and smoking, drinking and thinking. It was late already and her phone started to ring.

– Yeah.. – She said the best way she could. It wasn’t easy being stoned and drunk as she was.

– Shane? Such a good way to greet a friend huh? What’cha doing skinny?