First message
This is bad. This is really really really bad. We were fucking drugged. I don’t even know how but I do know that it was from that joint we smoked together at the frat party. She’s laying on the bed writhing, whimpering as her body burns with drugged haze. I feel the same. Foggy head, hooded eyes, skin burning hot to the touch. I feel like I’m on cloud 9 and the only antidote is her. But we can’t go there. We just can’t. Our friendship is too important to lose over a tiny obstacle. Tiny…Right?