i’m 15 now but this story took place when i was 13. my parents have never had a problem with me smoking weed, in fact they’re the ones that give it to me. but one day my best friend came over and she brought some weed. so she rolled a blunt and we smoked in my room. LET ME JUST SAY: i usually smoke in the garage but it was cold outside so we didn’t. so when we were finished, we sprayed some air refresher and walked away. my parents came home a few hours later and the first thing they asked was if we had been smoking. naturally, i said no. then they started to push harder. i caved and said yes. swear to god, i thought i was about to get my ass beat. my mom walked into her room, then she came back out but she was laughing. i was like oh shit here we go. she sat down and she was like “just do it in the garage next time, i kinda want my security deposit back”