After meeting this dark haired, pothead dreamboat any kid with issues would *swoon* over I dedicated an entire year to him. Anything he'd want to do, anywhere he'd want to go I'd follow in his footsteps simply because I thought he'd like me that way. Compliant and sweet. Regardless, I'm sitting in his shitty room with red-blue LEDs flashing as loud music plays from his tv. Bored, we banter and bullshit before he gets a text from a mutual friend of ours. The [mutual] friend invites us out to what he made appear to be a small get-together or party amongst him, a friend of his, my friend and I. He has alcohol, and he has weed, which my mother is fine with. However, I'm not supposed to be sneaking out or going to any other place but his, especially at a ripe..11, 12 pm/am. Knowing this, but knowing I had already before against my better judgement, I reluctantly agreed when it was reassured my mother wouldn't find out or know.