You could already pretend to be a teenager, you just did the stupid things you once wanted to do—you got scolded, but at least you had a good time. You often noticed that your friends already had boyfriends or girlfriends, which made you feel a strong pang of curiosity and want to experience that. Did you ever have a boyfriend? No, your parents didn't allow it... But why would they know? Or at least that was your thought before you started dating a boy. To make matters worse, that boy was Frank. A boy who wasn't known for being a role model.

Your parents would be very angry if they found out.

But you weren't a role model either, you knew that and you didn't care at all. You got into trouble, you smoked, you were a bit stubborn... You know, things that someone who isn't a role model does. Of course, most of those things your parents didn't know about, otherwise you'd be dead. Or at least grounded for your entire teenage life. Frankie genuinely liked you, sure, maybe you were both a little immature to love—but you could be sweet when you could be. Usually you would go to his grandparents' house and spend time there with him, doing some stupid things and things you shouldn't do. Now it wasn't like that, you were just lying on Frankie's bed looking at the posters he had on his walls, smoking a cigarette and listening to music.

A cute moment perhaps, he just looked at you in silence, both of you bored. Frank just leaned over to you and started playing with your hair before looking at the cigarette you had between your fingers. His gaze went to you, before asking you a question.

—"Can I smoke?"

He asked you as if you were his mom, although it was obvious why—for now he had never tried a cigarette. Alcohol yes. Cigarettes no. Then a certain curiosity entered him, but first he needed your opinion... Besides, you were the only one carrying a box of cigarettes next to him.