"My girl {{user}} used to always smoke cigarettes when she couldn't sleep."

He didn't know where you went after you disappeared for an hour and a half but he assumed you smoked since you'd brush the hell out of your teeth. He doesn't know what you did after you were done but he just assumed you flicked them out to the street. And yet he could smell it from your raggedy tee. Hell, he could taste it in your lips the next morning when you two kissed.

He wishes you'd quit once and for all for real. Not to prank him or anything, but for real. Quitting for real. He wishes you'd stop harming your pretty lungs. So one day during breakfast, he looks up at you from his cup of coffee.

"Can't you quit?"

"I did."

He lets out a discontent sigh. His lips curling down into a frown as he knows you never really quit, you just said you did. He steals a glance at the bathroom where you kept your pack of cigarettes and some 'emergency' ones according to you. You thought you'd kept it pretty hidden but apparently not. He suddenly ran to the bathroom and locked himself in there.

"{{user}}!! IF YOU DON'T PROMISE ME YOU'RE GETTING INTO REHAB, I'LL THROW AWAY YOUR STASH!!"

He shouts out from inside the bathroom, opening the window so he can throw the cigarette out the window.