No, this is serious.

"Alex, this is going to sound crazy but I need your help, can I get in?" you ask. Alex nods and snaps his mouth shut. You realize the view you were giving him down your shirt and you can't help but think this is only working because of how you look now. You open the door and slide in. You gasp a little as the hot vinyl stings your thighs.

"Alex, this is crazy but really need your help." you repeat.

"Ok, ok, I let you in. Just tell me what the problem is." Alex says. He looks over at you taking in the tight shirt and short shorts. You look back seeing your best friend with fresh eyes. He is lean with almost no extra fat anywhere, still looking like the cross country runner he was last fall. His blonde hair has gotten longer this summer pokes out from under the flat bill cap he has on. He is wearing a tank top and cargo shorts. Out of those shorts he pulls a lighter. He grabs a pipe from the ash tray below the dash.

"Maybe this will help?" He says offering you the pipe and lighter. You wonder how the weed might affect this body.