𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 .

7.

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯.

as soon as his brother disappeared, mahi'ai could feel his nerves rising up in him like a rocket shooting out of the sky and he did not dare turn around. instead, he only stared, looking at the spot where his brother once stood and wishing that he would just come back instead of leaving him with arguably the most intimidating out of all of them.

mahi'ai shifted uncomfortably, not sure whether to turn around or not because if he did he was sure he would look stupid. if he didn't, he would look even stupider and he hated the mere thought of that. however, what the fifteen year old did not realize by trying so hard to prevent it in that moment he looked a bit .. stupid. zayn watched him, a small bit of amusment twinging across his features. he was about to say something when his sparkling green eyes seemed to wander on their own intent, further inspecting the boy and suddenly not minding that his back was turned towards him.

he did not mind; not one bit.

"he not gone take long." zayn murmured after a while, his somewhat hazy eyes lazily drawing back up from the younger who turned around quickly and instead perfectly received his offering gaze.
"oh, okay..." the hawaiian said, nodding quickly so as to fully agree though his pretty eyes exposed exactly what it was that he was feeling and that was an obvious trepidation as he searched for something to say- anything to say to get the feeling of those narrowed pools of emerald off of him. "d-do you know what's it he's doin?"
"nah."
"me neither." the younger wondered, completely genuine as he began to fiddle with his hands. sure, he could continue looking at him but that didn't feel right and it was not quite so easy to look into the eyes of someone so handsome and feel completely without nerve.

"how old are you?"
"fifteen." mahi'ai answered right away- a bit too quickly, causing him to flush a bit as he looked over the horizion before back over at the older who he wished would stop staring or at least give a reason why. "how old are you?"
"seventeen."
"yeah but like.. old seveteen or young seventeen?"
"whatchu mean?"
"like.. when did you turn seventeen?"
"may."
"oh," the younger hummed, couting four on his fingers and holding it up- as if zayn did not know himself. "it's only september. you young seventeen."

not really.. zayn thought, wondering what to make of the character the boy seemed to be despite his standing. his personality seemed to be one that he could not hide as even his little mannerisms showed glimpses of it- the way he talked fast and then got silent afterwards and even the way he looked around everywhere so as to not look at him. it was entertaining, but somehow refreshing.

it was .. pure.

"you want it?" the brunette asked, suddenly handing the blunt over to mahi'ai who peered over at it silently, his heart beginning to race.

omg this is just like those videos they played at school, mahi'ai thought as he continued to stare at the item in zayn's hand with no response, just a nervous chewing on his lower lip. mahi'ai was well aware of what it was; all his father did was smoke and being away for a few years had not changed anything about that. he had smoked before they went into the mall and as soon as they got home.

things of such nature were not ones that mahi'ai liked to fiddle with. just imagine if his grandmother found out what he had done- if he had gave into the temptations that in him, were practically dormant and done such a thing that his personal beliefs also stated was unnecessary. the fifteen year old simply did not see the novelty of it, yet had never had a true opportunity to if everything was kept honest. though he supposed he could've asked his father to try, he hated the thought of it; he hated the thought of repeating an action that his father so often created as if though he was passing it down to him, which all built up mahi'ai's collective distrust of like things- of alochol, of drugs- of all the vices that seemed to be so common to those he despised in the first place.