you never smoked. not before you met chris anyway. his friend group — vern, teddy, and gordie, all got you into smoking. you didn’t enjoy it. it wasn’t as good as everyone said it was.

chris smelt like cigarettes all the time, that was the main reason you never had him over.

your guys’ breakup was messy, and worse than you could’ve thought. a lot of stuff was broken. the whole thing was tense.

after you two broke up, your habit of smoking got worse after chris left. you only smoked when you missed him. it was an addiction.

seeing chris in school ruined you. he even went as far as getting vern to laugh at you any chance he got. you pretended it didnt bother you.

you’re always waiting around your house, as if suddenly chris’ mind would change and you would get a knock at your door. and maybe, he’d say you two were made for each other. but he didnt.

you were thinking of skipping today and drinking the whole afternoon, but you didnt wanna end up like your brother. who was ‘failing at life’ as your mum says. so you reluctantly pulled on your jumper and began walking to school.

only to be met with the one and only, chris chambers. you glanced up at the boy beside you, he was already looking at you. “hi,” you muttered out. “hey,” he stared at the ground.

you looked around your surroundings trying to distract yourself. your eyes were glassy, but you wouldn’t cry. not infront of chris. you were stronger than that.