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Alone Time

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Grabbing my jacket, I unlocked and opened the front door. With my can of Arizona ice tea in one hand, and the other hand jammed into my pocket, I sat down on my front porch's stairs. Staring off into the distance, I watched the sky. I was waiting for the sunset to mix with the already blue sky, to create a new color like it did every evening. For some reason, it felt like it was taking longer than usual. I exhaled impatiently, and took a sip of my tea. Tapping my feet nervously, I reached into my jacket pocket pulling out a unopened pack of cigarettes.

A couple days before, I was telling one of my guy friends about how stressed out I had been lately. And his wise advice? Cigarettes. I rolled my eyes at the thought and stared at the pack in my hand. I told him I'd give it a try, but in reality we both knew I would never. Looking back up at the sky, I smiled slightly. Pink. It wasn't completely dark but it would be soon, but for now I just enjoyed the pink sky.

Looking back down at the pack of cigarettes, I open it and pull one out. Placing it between my teeth, and putting the rest away, I giggle. It's a metaphor I thought to myself, proud of my The Fault in Our Stars reference. Now I can tell him I tried it, without the whole "chance of dying" side effect. I mean he never said to light it. After a moment I took it out and took another sip of my tea, then putting it back between my teeth, and adjusting it so it was in the same spot as before.

Just then I looked back up, but not because of the sky. Walking up the street I saw a familiar figure, and as he got closer I recognized the face as well. He saw me, too. When he gets close enough, hands rested in his pants' pockets, he walks up to the steps I'm sitting on and rests one foot on the bottom step. "Hey" he says simply.

This was my best friend. I could definitely talk to him about any and everything. But lately, I've been kind of ignoring him, or not talking to him as much. Not for any particular reason either. I don't think much of it, because he's usually a really chill guy. But I know he was worried, and I wasn't being fair to him.

Did I also mention he's my ex boyfriend?

Forgetting about the cigarette, I smile at him, "Hey" I say letting the cigarette drop from my mouth into my lap. I continue to look at him, hoping he didn't notice the big ass cigarette fall from my mouth. But it was too late, he was already squinting his eyes at me. "What's with the cigarette?" He asks calmly. "Um, it's a metaphor?" I say trying to play it off, but he didn't look amused. "...I never lit one, I swear" I say in my own defense. "You've been hanging out with him, haven't you?" He asked in a more stern tone. "Who-" I start to ask but I'm cut off, he already knew my response. "The only person you know who would give you cigarettes, Y/N, that's who." He said clearly already annoyed with me trying to wiggle myself out of this one.

He shook his head and sighed. "You know he's no good...do you like him?" "What?! No he's-" "Just a friend." he says finishing my sentence. I roll my eyes and say, "I asked him what would help me with my stress and-" "he said cigarettes." He said cutting me off once again. "Stop that!" I say growing frustrated with him. "It's not like you'd be any help either!" I snapped at him. "Maybe because you're avoiding me!" He snapped back. "I don't know how you do it when I literally live right down the street!" He added. After I didn't respond, he sat down next to me with a sigh.

After a moment of silence and calming down, he says "What's going on Y/N? You used to tell me everything, and now it's like you're scared to...I'm still here for you..." I sighed and looked up at the now night sky, it was warm enough for fireflies to be out but still chilly enough to wear a jacket. I watched as the night is slowly lit up with the small glowing bugs. Looking back at him I say, "I'm sorry...for...acting weird and stuff...I've actually had a lot to say to you for a while now...so..." He smiles slightly, "alright...but first," he holds out his hand, and I automatically know what he wants. I reach into my pocket and place the pack of cigarettes in his hands along with the one that was in my lap.

Placing the cigarettes beside him, he looks back at me and says, "okay, I'm all ears." I bite my lip, and and watch as the street lights came on and illuminate the dark sidewalks and streets. Looking back at him, I ask jokingly "how much time do you have?" He laughs quietly and answers, "all night."