Dazed & Confused

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{Mike's POV}

     I place the phone against my ear. I listen to it ring a couple times before someone picks up.
     "What Mike." I hear Colby asks demandingly.
     "Is Sam alive," I blankly ask.
     "No-" Colby starts.
     "Don't lie to me." I quickly cut him off with anger boiling up in my voice. I hear a sigh come through from the other side. I listen in closely for a second. It sounds like he's at a hang out or something. Multiple people are there at least and all of them are talking.
     "Yeah... yeah he is." Colby finally says.
     "Is he the one you're seeing?" There's silence for a second.
     "Yeah.." And with that, I hang up. I rest my arm on the chair rest, staring at the blank screen of the phone. Fucking bastard. My face twitches before I throw my phone across the room. The phone smashing into pieces. I ignore it and grab the bottle of whiskey on my desk. This is all the matters. I unscrew the lid and start drinking till I can't feel no more.
    

{Colby's POV}

      I sigh and walk back into the living room. Seeing Sam with the other Sam. I make eye contact with Sam, motioning him to follow me. I watch as Sam apologizes to the other Sam and gets up, following me outside. I walk to Sam's motorcycle with him following behind me. I pull out a cigarette box and a lighter, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
     "Since when did you smoke?" Sam simply asks, reaching to grab the cigarette from my mouth. I move my head away and push his hand away.
    "Since I joined the Mafia with Mike." I say with the cigarette still in my mouth. Sam rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed.
    "Sorry." I say, lying straight to Sam.  I set the pack on the seat behind me. I take a deep breath in before taking it out and letting the smoke flow out from my mouth. I look at Sam and see him burning holes into the cigarette packet with how hard he's staring at it. I ignore him, knowing that it's probably because he hates them so much. I look over to my left, staring peacefully while smoking with my fingers stuffed in my jean pocket, excluding my fingers. I look up at the view of the beautiful city lights. I smile softly to myself as I take the cigarette out of my mouth, blowing the smoke out. Suddenly I heard a lighter strike in front of me. My head snaps in front of me. I watch as Sam ignites the cigarette, his extra hand covering the front of the flame to keep it towards the cigarette. Once it's ignited, his hand moves down to his side. He takes a hit and instantly starts coughing his lungs out, his hand goes to his chest as his face scrunches up in disgust. I softly snort and reach for his cigarette. Sam moves his hand away and takes another hit.
     "Sam, darling, c'mon," I state as I reach for it again. Sam starts having another coughing attack but takes another hit.
     "I'm fine, just hurt a bit for a sec." Sam blinks as the smoke burns his eyes for a second. I laugh and grab his hips, pulling him into me.
     "Sam, c'mon." I laugh as Sam turns his head again, taking yet again another hit, this time, not coughing really at all. I grin and lean down, kissing the crook of his neck. I soon start biting the area a bit before slowly kissing up to his lips. I kiss Sam right before he blows out the smoke, trapping the smoke inside his mouth. I softly lick his lips, Sam opens his mouth a bit, just enough for me to slip my tongue in. Sam's hand moves to the side of my face as well as his other wrist rests on my shoulder. God he's so into this. This is so much easier than I thought.