you were basically perfect, a persons dream. Good grades, never talked back, beautiful and always made your parents proud

well actually, that was all just a fake mask. You would sneak out after your parents were asleep, wear things they would've never approved of and smoked cigarettes on the schools rooftop

no one ever found out about your true self, the imperfect, flawed daughter. Except Riki

a tall, handsome boy in you class who wore hoodies religiously and always had his fingers decorated with silver chrome heart rings, people never messed with him unless they were looking to lose teeth of get a concussion

you still remembered when you went to smoke on the schools rooftop, just like you always did. But there you saw Riki smoking his own pack of cigarettes, before you could even run away he locked eyes with you

and after that you spent a whole 30 minutes begging him to keep this side of you a secret, only for him to laugh in your face and offer you a beer

but ever since then, you and Riki slowly became friends. You two would sneak off to the rooftop together, sometimes to talk and others to smoke.

that rooftop was your hangout spot. A place where only the two of you went, a secret between you. Sometimes lines blurred on that rooftop but you never spoke up about it, because at the end of the day you liked it. And well, you liked him too