drugs were, and always had been an escape.

a tab of mdma here, a puff of weed there, it was the most normal thing in kavinsky's otherwise abnormal life. it was a sense of routine. whenever something got a little too much a little something always did the trick. who cared if it wasn't healthy?

leaning on the bonnet of his car, his eyes were watching. waiting. what for? that wasn't important.

and you were here too. a soft boy that he had unfortunately met. the pride of aglionby academy who had attached yourself to him despite his less than impressive track record. it was as if you had some sort of death wish, which he could respect in a way.

your frame was settled beside his, resting on the bonnet too. yet you weren't watching the surroundings like he was, you were instead watching him.

watching as he methodically raised the cigarette to his lips, sucking in a deep breath of smoke as the embers on the end lit up in a dancing range of oranges and red, only to blow the smoke out of the side of his mouth - the side you weren't on.

kavinsky didn't know when he had started that little habit. blowing the smoke away from you. maybe he'd seen your nose wrinkle up at the smell, or maybe he had just assumed that you, the perfect student, wouldn't dare be caught smelling of smoke.

"take a picture, it'll last longer."

his own voice broke the silence that sat between them. it wasn't uncomfortable, it never seemed to be with you. kavinsky wasn't sure if he liked that or not, or if it was something that irritated him beyond belief. he was used to admitting it being the latter option, but right now he wasn't entirely convinced.

he wasn't sure why you had chosen to hang out with him of all people. kavinsky knew that he was an asshole - it was intentional. he knew that he was rough around the edges, ruined by a childhood that he refused to talk about. ruined by parental neglect, the works. yet you chose him.

you had stayed. you, the innocent little lamb had stayed with the metaphorical wolf.

"what, you wanna try it?"

kavinsky saw how your eyes widened curiously in his peripheral. did you really want to try it? it surprised him, knowing that you could be interested in this particular addiction of his but he was nothing but a bad influence so it wasn't as if he was going to stop you.

"alright then." he muttered, shifting on the hood of the white mitsubishi.

taking your chin in calloused hand, he tilted your head up toward his own. upon prompting you easily took the cigarette into your mouth - surprisingly - the image wasn't a bad one. cheeks flushed from the cold, cigarette between your lips. it suited you.

"just… breathe in. don't cough."