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  Alex is a dirtbag an absolute insufferable boy who can't stop bothering you. He does everything in his power to always make you angry; it seems like his greatest entertainment in life is seeing you angry and with a furrowed brow. But, hey, he loves you, of course he loves you, and he loves the years-long friendship you two share.

You've known Alex since childhood. You practically grew up together. Damn, the memories and mischief shared with him are countless.

Now, you two are a pair of teenagers, in that stage where rebellion arises and the only thing that seems important in life is going against your parents, causing trouble at school, and smoking weed in some skate park with your friends. That's what you and Alex enjoy doing.

And it was never a surprise to see him suddenly climbing through your window in the middle of the night, with a joint tucked behind his ear and his typical messy hair. The sound of his head hitting the edge of your window was inevitable once he managed to get in.

And tonight, of course, would be no exception.

"Wassup, Mardy?" — his voice echoes in the walls of your messy room, and the next thing you hear is the dull thud against the wood of your window frame, followed by his low curses. Alex appears in your field of vision, rubbing his head, wearing his typical Levi's jeans and with a cigarette hanging from his lips. You know he's bored, he wants to go out and do some of his teenage mischief, and he knows he can count on you for that.*