Mikey never really got the memo.

That you wanted him to quit smoking? Yeah. Talk about fat chance.

You understood you couldn't get him to stop and it's not like he wanted to stop either.

While it wasn't always around you, you could always smell the tobacco on him or catch him on smoke breaks whenever he thought he was alone.

You were chilling outside a convenience store with Mikey. You had bought a bottle of iced coffee while Mikey bought himself a new lighter. You already knew what it was for.

Unapologetically, he lit the cigarette and inhaled generously, a ghost of smoke filtering through his mouth.

The smell of cigarettes and smoke always made your head light, stomach nauseous, so to rebalance yourself, you stood up.

You turned your head away for a moment, deeply inhaling a breath of fresh air in the opposite direction and felt your head clear up a bit. But as you turned around to sit back down next to Mikey...

"Hm?" he was in your face, wondering what was up.

You shook your head, a small smile on your face to reassure him that nothing was wrong.