little book of smiths oneshots

second-hand smoke - johnny

johnny watched you as you carefully placed the vinyl onto your record player and listened to it crackle until you heard the smooth sounds of the first track begin to play, faintly at first. as the song continued to play, increasing in volume, you turned to the thin brown haired boy who was just barely sat on your messy double bed, trying to accommodate himself in the midst of various magazines, books, records and cassettes amongst goodness knows what else that was carelessly scattered across it. his deep brown eyes immediately darted to the spinning record across the room after meeting your own.

'the beatles, eh? i've always preferred the stones' he lets out a soft chuckle. you scoff and sit next to him on the bed.

'i must say it's a close call for me. but there's something about the beatles that just completely captivates me. i can't help myself.' you respond.

'i get that with a few bands, i cannot resist a good old sixties girl group. ' johnny replies, however his eyes are soon drawn to your immense record collection.

he lightly pats the pockets on his somewhat smooth somewhat battered leather jacket, feeling for his packet of cigarettes. his hand rests temporarily on the right pocket before removing the small box. he opens the box to find there is but a single cigarette remaining. he lets out a discreet sigh in his moment of brief disappointment until he thought of something and a small smile crept upon his face.

'wanna share a fag?' johnny asks you sweetly, a playful smirk upon his lips.

'yeah alright, why not' you shrug as you turn to face johnny.

'i'll let you have the first drag, love'. he says, cig in hand.

you reach out your hand to take the cigarette but johnny ignores your attempt. he leans in quite abruptly, which you weren't prepared for but of course you certainly didn't mind, to place the fag in your mouth himself. this left you incredibly flustered and you blush furiously as his face was now only inches from your own.

'you alright, love? you seem a bit quieter today.' johnny's voice would barely be audible if it wasn't for the fact his face was mere centimetres away from colliding with yours. you got goosebumps feeling his breath on your skin. you nod and he sits back down on the bed again. you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding. he smiles, takes the lighter out and clicks it a few times letting small sparks fly before a flame was caught by the cig. you slowly inhale before letting the smoke fill your dimly lit bedroom, the beatles still playing softly in the background.

you hand johnny the cigarette and he sits back and takes a drag. 'you've quite the record collection, y'know' he says, his beautiful brown eyes still analysing the shelves of sleeves containing the sweet melodies of your favourite singers and musicians. he then gets up off your bed, all the while making sure the abundance of miscellaneous items piled up on your bed didn't come crashing to the floor, and approaches the shelf to examine the rows of vinyl. 'i've been sat here in your messy little bedroom with you countless times and yet i'm always too busy practically making moves on your record collection instead of you. you've got everything in here'.

'it's not too bad i suppose' you reply rather satirically, deciding to ignore his comment about being made moves on since it was probably nothing...

 johnny chuckles and you slide off your bed to join him in his inspection of your collection. he runs his hand along the spines of the sleeves and his eyes meet yours.