I pulled the car up to the park, turning off the car and getting out. I walked briskly as I shoved my hands in my pocket.
I sat at a bench that was located underneath an old, large tree. I sighed, pulling out the carton. I opened it up and pulled out a cigarette. I held it between my teeth, cupping my hand over the opposite end as I pulled out my lighter and flicked on the flame.
I carefully watched as the flame flickered, almost as if it were about to go out, but it didn't.
I held it to the end of the cigarette, watching it ignite. I took a long drag, slowly pulling it away from my mouth and blowing out the smoke. I coughed a bit, not used to the smell or taste or the burning sensation. It's been at least two weeks since I've had a chance to smoke, and I really miss it.
I stayed at the park until I finished four cigarettes, and then I left back to Calum and Michael's, only to find them waiting for me in the living room.
They jumped up from the couch, rushing towards me and enveloping me in a hug. I almost threw up, especially since earlier events from today. When they pulled away, Michael eyed Calum warily.
"Do you smell that?" Michael asked. My throat clenched in fear. He smells the cigarettes.
"Cigarettes?" Calum asked. Michael nodded. They both trained their eyes back on me.
"Yeah." Michael whispered. "Lashton, is there something you'd like to tell us?"
"Um, nope." I muttered. I shook my head gently, closing my eyes to relieve an on-coming headache.
"Whatever." Michael smiled with a shrug. Calum and Michael go back to watch television.
I let out the breath that I had apparently been holding in. I'm too risky at times. I need to be more careful.
I went up to my room. I sat on the bed, contemplating what to do next, when it hit me.