nicotine // l.h.

5

"you've never smoked, have you?" i asked luke to answer his question as he got off the bus.

"nope. it's pretty bad for you. why do you do it?" he had my notebook in his arms, as he insisted that a girl like me 'shouldn't have to carry heavy shit.'

"i thought so. well, i feel like i have to. you see, i'm hooked. i don't think i can stop," i explained. "what's your favorite kind of.. ice cream?"

"simple. cookies and cream," he smiled.

"alright," i nodded, smiling. "even though you know it's unhealthy, you have it. you can't resist it."

"there's something you love that's hurting you, isn't there?"

i grimaced.

"i guess you could say that."

"someone," he corrected, smirking. "well blue, if the guy's hurting your feelings, he doesn't deserve your attention. forget him." he stopped walking and hugged me. the bell rang. "don't be sad," he smiled and put the notebook in my hands.

"i don't know, but i'll try."