12/04/18
today i'm going to try the store near my other one.
i've only been inside it once before, around a year and a half ago.
i don't really know why i don't go to it.
probably because this ones closer.
i have to walk past the back of the store, which means i'll probably have to walk past him.
and i am.
right now.
and i can feels his eyes heavily tracing me, feels like a mouse being watched by a cat.
i couldn't help myself.
so i looked back at him.
and his eyes were locked onto mine, and my mouth fell dry.
he scares me for no apparent reason.
i continued to stare at him, waiting for him to speak.
and he stuck his hand out with a cigarette in his fingers.
i stood there for a second.
it was like a dog staring at its food.
i want it.
so i took it.
and sat down on the dry floor with him.
he lit it for me and passed it to me and before i managed to inhale he spoke.
"so why can't you get cigarettes anymore?" he asked staring at the road.
i figured i'd tell him the truth.
"they figured out i'm not the legal age to smoke."
he looked back at me,
"how old are you?"
"17 turning 18 in september,"
he pressed his lips together, "well it's not such a long wait,"
"i can barely go two days without one never mind months," i laughed, inhaling the smoke.
he nodded in agreement.
and that's the first conversation i had with him.
