[ WP ] Three friends . Four AM . No dialogue

The cigarettes were on the table. We each smoked a pack and listened to some music. I was the one picking every song. I do n't know much about reggae. Still, it was all I was playing. 
 
 We smoked a lot. No one really paid any attention to each other. We were just sitting around. 
 
 I thought of pizza. 
 
 I suppose they did too. We were hung over. Friday had been rough on us. It did n't matter much tough. No one made their bed. The floor was covered in blankets and pillows. Another fag. I liked that word. It's funnier than if you say cigarette. Cigarette is a sad ending to whatever. A fag is funny. 
 
 It's mid-day. There are no real plans made for the night. Jeremy wants to do whatever the rest of us want to do. Peepy doens't care either. He just likes being here. It's often me and Rob who come up with shit. We're funny that way. Best friend since for-ever. 
 
 Still, I do n't know what Rob is thinking. He stares down on the street. I'm sure he got some text messages in his phone. Tits from a girl, and then an invite to some house party. 
 
 I'm really down for whatever Rob is thinking of. I suppose we all are.
