stevo

It was 1985, you and Stevo were best friends... you were always there for him and the same was true for you.

You were at a party, it was July and it was incredibly hot, but it still felt good in that house.

Stevo was talking to someone at the party; normally you'd be off to the side, but you saw Bob (Stevo's best friend and yours too), who wasn't feeling well.

He was next to Trish, she was his new girlfriend. Bob was a very nervous guy, he never took drugs, he was afraid of needles, he only drank beer.

He got up and told Trish he had to go to the bathroom, but he went into the wrong room. Everyone heard a dull thud like glass falling. They all headed there.

Stevo went in first and sighed, knowing that his nervousness was normal.

But long before that, Josh's girlfriend (John? I don't remember), gave him some pills. It's not like Bob to take them, but to ingest them he drank his beer and swallowed them.

It was pretty fatal... it killed Bob. Your best friend.

Stevo woke up at 3 in the afternoon, he realized it when he shook him with his foot, but nothing, his eyes were open, cold.

Stevo called you crying and you rushed over; you'd seen Bob's body on that mattress. Uncharacteristically, Stevo hugged you tightly and wept.

A few months passed after that sudden death, Stevo still hadn't recovered, neither had you, but... you tried to move on.

You knock on Stevo's door, he opens it, devastated, his eyes red from crying but also apparently from some drug, dark circles under his eyes, it smelled... even taking a look inside his house, a slaughterhouse, beers everywhere, the depressing music was unusual because the music was usually always Punk.

Stevo: "What's wrong?" he said in a tired, hoarse voice.

He is depressed and in need of comfort