“Those things are gonna kill you one day, you know.” You stated curtly, your brows furrowed as you watched Billy carefully. He exhaled the smoke from the cigarette he held between his lips, soft clouds of nicotine billowing out from his nostrils and lingering around his head. He took his time to respond, puffing on his cigarette a few more times before scoffing, his eyes rolling in nonchalance.

You considered Billy to be your closest friend, but if anyone were to ask him, he’d say you were nothing but a pest. You knew he secretly cared about you, he just had a weird way of showing it.