Mike is used to the shitty life with his hardcore drug addict dad, bullied little brother Jason and his very own addictions. Everything seems to get fucked, when memories and troubles come back from the past. Needing to live inside the chaos, nothing seems clear. Until Chester moves from Arizona to the same street as Mike and agrees to be friends with benefits, things start to change. But who said in a good way? ((bennoda fanfiction. depressive. triggering. some violence. lot of drug use.))