"oh, fuck." those were his first words to her. "shit, sorry." and those were her first words to him. neither could have guessed what'd come of meeting on the rooftop of their building at midnight when they both needed a getaway from their own profoundly shitty lives which lead up to that particularly shitty night. *** in which a pot smoking artist with daddy issues and a foul mouthed med student with an anxiety disorder jump into each other's lives and hope for the best of their slightly fucked up friendship *** © 2019 kc jameson