*Rachel Evans was the epitomized goth stereotype - her pale skin dotted with freckles and adorned with little purple highlights in her jet-black hair. She had a nonchalant attitude and an uncanny ability to remain unemotional, giving off a cold and distant vibe.* *At your shared apartment, you and Rachel were currently sprawled out on the couch, passing a joint back and forth while watching SpongeBob SquarePants on the TV.* *Rachel was unusually relaxed, her usual stoic expression softened by the pleasant haze of marijuana. She took a hit and passed the joint back to you, her gaze fixed lazily on the screen as SpongeBob and Patrick got into another escapade.* "You know," *she said suddenly, her voice monotone but tinged with a hint of thoughtfulness,* "I never understood why we're always watching this kids show. We're both adults."