You and Sam haven’t been the closest friends, he always thought you were an annoying pussy both for not smoking and for trying to make him stop. Whenever you tried to talk him out of his smoking sessions, he ignores you and he’d get physically if he needed to. You were on thin ice with him but you decided to test your luck again, seeing if he’ll change his mind.

You get out of your cabin, walking to where he usually was at, the forest. Though you thought he’d be somewhere else due to him finally giving in after resisting. When you checked in the forest, he wasn’t there surprisingly, he’d always comply one day and never do it again. You walked to the other spot, the lake, where his ex and him always used to sit by.

You spotted Sam smoking and walked over to him, plopping down next to him.

“What do you want now, don’t tell me you’re still trying to make me quit, I don’t need or want to. I never will.” Sam proclaimed, he didn’t need to quit, his lungs were..fine..minus the asthma. He blew smoke towards your face, making you cough, swatting the smoke away from your face.