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Ashton walks with me to the bus stop as we laugh and talk of sweet nothings. Eventually, I zone out like I usually do on our morning walks; as usual, he notices.
"Was it...was it another bad dream?" he stutters (from the cold or nervousness I am not sure), as he stuffs his hands in his hoodie pockets.
I didn't like it when he did that. He knows about my continuous nightmares and knows when I think of them because of how I play with my hands. How he knows, I have no idea, yet I can't help but feel warm inside.
I shrug and mutter a "yeah" under my breath. I decided to spare him the details. Instead, I take his hand and give it a small squeeze be for letting go.
"Don't worry about me Ash, I'm getting better." I send a small smile in his direction. He purses his lips but doesn't question me any further.
The bus ride to school wasn't worth remembering. It consisted of music blasting from ear buds and laughter.
Two things I hate this early in the morning.
After getting off, Ashton and I walk to the back of the school where we just hang out until lunch. We both agree that our first four classes of the day are unbearable enough not to mention we never see each other. So we sit under the football bleachers in the field behind the school and just enjoy each others presence.
He pulls a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and I scoff.
"305 regular? Seriously?" I laugh as I reach for one out of the pack. I held the death stick in between my two fingers and snap it in half tossing it on the ground besides me. I hate cigarettes.
"What the hell 'Lilah?" Ashton snaps, jumping up to pick up the remains of the nicotine.
"I thought you went to E-Cigs? I even helped you pick out a flavor Ashton," It was true. It was Sunday two weeks ago. He drove us to the nearest gas station and I looked through the flavors while he chose a brand. He bought chocolate.
"I lost it. Besides it's hard yanno." I did know. My dad used to smoke. Which is the main reason I didn't like Ashton to. Also the smoke makes my lungs capsize.
It was a futile attempt to argue with him so I just watched as he sparked the lighter, and drew the cigarette to his lips.
Soon he was bubbly with toxic and I listened as he rambled on and on about meaningless ideas. I didn't like him smoking, but I loved him happy; I decided to suck it up for today.
"Yanno Delilah," he began after letting the smoke escape his mouth, "I'm sick of this place. Of the people, my family more specifically, the school, this fucking life. I would kill to just start over."
Even though he wasn't thinking straight and the smoke was making my eyes water, I knew what he meant. Part of me wished he was serious.
He takes another drag, I zone out once again.
Everything is how it should be.
