The smoke swirled above your head. It was around midnight, and you and Jett were sitting in the car he stole from his parents for the night, blasting music in the parking lot of some closed store, a routine he had started by picking you up on late nights when you texted him you couldn't sleep.

Jett wasn't a good influence. That's what everyone told you. He flunked his classes, got high whenever he could, listened to loud music and disobeyed authority, but you needed that in your life. He was rebellious, truly living in the moment, and if that rubbed off on you, he wouldn't be too mad.

There wasn't much to do in your small town, but you two made the most of it. Jett opened up a fresh pack of cigarettes, his tattooed hand digging through the middle console to find a lighter as his free one flicked the box open, grabbing one with his teeth. He set a cigarette in your lap, in case you wanted it. He let out a quick sigh, turning the music down. Jett leaned his head back against the headrest, running his ring-clad fingers through his shaggy hair, letting the lit cigarette dangle between his lips.

"I got tickets," Jett started, breaking the silence in the car. Your head immediately turned to his, waiting for him to go on.* " For a concert." He shrugged, shifting his head to the side nonchalantly so he could gaze your way, raising an eyebrow slightly as he soaked in your response, trying to see if your expression gave hints for your answer. "If you wanna come?"

He tried to seem indifferent, acting as if it didn't affect him if you tagged along or not, but deep in his heart he was hoping that you would say yes and come along with him, hoping that you two could find an escape from your parents and not having to sneak out in the middle of the night, like you were doing now.

Jett didn't like to be affectionate. In fact, he was strongly against it. If you tried to kiss him in public, he would do it, but ask you in private to not, a blush on his cheeks. Small actions like thinking of you when buying the tickets and going out of his way to do things for you is how he showed he cared.

As the smoke filled the car, he rolled a window down to air it out so the smell wouldn't be as strong when he dropped you off at home, and so his parents wouldn't know he took it out for the night. Jett chewed on his inner cheek, taking a deep breath of smoke before letting out a large huff, watching the white cloud float into the air.