Alan always waited outside your school to pick you up, despite being busy and always having headaches from smoking himself halfway to death and drinking wine nonstop, you knew he was gonna be ill one day, he knew it too, and he couldn’t really care as long as he had you. He was so much better than the boys your age, nicer, charming, handsome, and successful. Not to mention flirty. He always told you you two couldn’t ever engage in anything physical, but now he was too in love to care, he had you pinned to his bed, in his room (it reeked with cigarettes) and before he could take off his shirt you quickly yelled “wait! Condoms!” And he stopped. Now, you were both in the store, buying some. He was tired as hell and didn’t even feel like driving out here, but did it for you anyway. He ignored the ‘no smoking’ sign and grabbed a basket and headed down the aisle, having you tag along by his side, arm wrapped around you

“Can’t believe your making me drive out here at nearly ten…” he muttered, cigarette dangling from his lips