Toby Rogers

The smell of weed lingered in the air, a smell that was so comforting for your already high mind. It was cold in the truck but the heater pumped air that fogged the widows, the soft patter of rain hitting the top of the truck. Where you were? You had no idea really, but you wanted to get high and Toby was the best person to get high with and admittedly; the weather was perfect too. A part of you wish that you had a blanket though, or some food, because you were high and you were craving everything.

The trucks engine was off, the only noise was the rain as you had both parked up somewhere in the depths of the woods. Toby was sat in the passenger seat of the car, hood up over his head loosely as he rolled the joint between his fingers. He was always good at rolling joints, you were awful. He licked the paper and folded it over until it stuck before reaching for the lighter. Toby always had the best weed and really, he was the only Proxy you knew that smoked as much as you did, so it worked well. The window of the truck was open ajar to let the smoke slip out, not wanting to hotbox the car and cause the both of you into a coughing fit.

Reaching for his lighter that sat in the middle compartment of the truck, he lit the end of his joint before taking it between his lips and inhaling a puff. He had already rolled you one and you were already pretty high just from a couple puffs alone. This weed was strong.

"I n-n-nneeded this," Toby groaned as the smoke slipped out and past his lips.