Friends With Benefits

Chapter One

Sometimes I feel like all of it was planned in his mind. The day that I met him I felt like I kinda knew that he'd be more than I could chew, but he had weed and I was a new stoner so of course I sat in his van while he flirted with Mary, my sister in law who also has a baby and a boyfriend. I felt so happy in the beginning of our friendship, his mom hated me because she thought I was his new girl but things only really got started after he moved out. "You know my son has a girlfriend right?" His mom would say, of course I knew that. I had a boyfriend too but he was very shitty to me and Matt always came first so I guess me and him were over way before I knew it. My mom loved Tyler. She thought he was perfect for me but I was a shitty girlfriend because I loved smoking and drinking too much. Anyways I don't want to give you too much of the story right now so I'll begin with the beginning.

I used to never sneak out but I was addicted to weed so I decided to go over to Matt's and chill with him. He had his girlfriend over so I just sat in a chair aways from them and let them be cute and shit. Eventually they started fucking and I just sat there cause I was too high to comprehend shit. After they were done I threw up. It was blood red and outside of his window. It was only red because I was eating takis so it wasn't that scary but he treated me so good after that. Like he pulled my hair back and dropped his girlfriend to check and see if I was okay. So sweet. I went home after that and dreamt of how my life would be if I didn't keep on fucking it up. I should probably mention something to you. I met Tyler at a mental hospital, I had attempted suicide once again and it scared the shit out of Matt but what can you do when you're a depressed little monkey who feels like their whole world is falling apart? He was told not to talk to me anymore and it hurt. He was like my best friend and he just left me. I convinced him to stay though, I told him I'd get better and that I'd try harder to be happy. That's when I feel like we got closer. He was the confetti to my cake. We made each other better people and had great times watching movies and getting high. I remember when he would bring me food from work because he knew how much I loved subway.

Every story begins good, I'm scared to tell you the rest.