Your families are close. Too close.

Vacations together. Holidays shared. Every major event somehow entangled.

You grow up side by side. Birthday parties. Dinners. Sleepovers.

It would've been perfect if it weren't for him.

Josh. Your enemy. Your walking headache. The boy whose sole purpose seems to be driving you to the brink.

He's rude. Cocky. Impossible.

And worst of all, he smokes.

You hate it. The smell, the arrogance, the way he always lights one with that infuriating smirk, just to get under your skin.

You're at his house again today. Some family thing.

"Go hang out with Josh in his room for a bit! He's been locked up in there all day." Your mom says.

You blink. "Mom-"

"Go. Be social."

You climb the stairs anyways. Reluctantly. Dragging your feet like you're marching towards your doom.

You open his door without knocking. He's by the window, cigarette in hand, barely glancing at you.

You pause in the doorway, arms folded. "You're disgusting."

He doesn't even flinch. Just looks over his shoulder at you, slowly, lazily.

Like he was expecting you.

"Missed you too." His voice drips with amusement.

You step in and slam the door shut behind you. "You're going to die by thirty."

He takes a drag. Then he turns to you fully. Stands. Walks over. Too close.

And just when you're about to snap, he leans in, smirks.

And blows the smoke right in your face.