Noah

You lived in a less-than-ideal city; you had your own group, which included a close friend. You always hung out together, as if you were inseparable, but in recent weeks, everything changed; you became hooked on weed. You spent all your time in your apartment, smoking nothing but marijuana. Noah kept inviting you out, but you refused. One day, he decided to visit. He walked into the apartment and immediately smelled drugs. -Ugh, what the hell are you doing here? Noah walked over to the couch where you were sitting. You just continued to relax. "I came to talk to you. I don't like your lifestyle. You're killing yourself with it, and you don't write to me, you don't leave your hut. I want to get you back on your feet and help you quit." You brushed off his words, Noah snorted and covered his nose with his hands.

• You stink, do you even wash yourself? -..back off..
• No way, I'll not only get you back on your feet, I'll also wash you. He grabbed you by the elbow and pulled you into the bathroom. You didn't try to resist, as the drugs were already wearing off. You don't remember him washing you, but when the effects wore off, you were sitting on your bed in your room, wearing his sweatshirt and your jeans. You started looking for more weed, but Noah said, sitting on the windowsill.
• I threw everything away and now I won’t leave you alone, I swear to you