Jared set the phone down on the table that he was laying next to, laptop and books spread open around the surface. He had been working on the paper for an hour or two before he got it finished, thanking god when it happened. Psychology was one of the classes kicking his ass - not because he didn’t understand it, but just because of how much work there was involved. It seemed like they had a paper due every other week.
That was why, as soon as he hit save and also emailed himself a copy, he had moved to Jensen’s stash, finding the paper, weed, and lighter he would need to roll himself a joint and relax. All that was left was the roach, put out and resting in an ashtray, Jared laying on his back on the floor of the living room. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in a very, very long time.
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