His Little Smoker

15| Needs

Malibu

I sunk down, the sharp blades of grass scratching my knees. The sun was beaming on my back and I felt like I was going to throw up all the water I drank. The soft crunching and chatter of everyone else filled the silence as they all walked on. "Get up Malibu."

I shook my head and flung my weak arm, "I can't go on Summer, just leave me." The pain of the hike settled in my chest and I truly felt exhausted. "The end is near."

For the first part of the camping trip we had to hike along the trail, ensuring that we had a general sense of where we were. In case anything, the trail would be familiar increasing our chances of finding safety. I sunk back on my knees and groaned softly, everything hurt. Summer sighed, "If I leave you here..."

"Please." I was too tired to care if I was abandoned, "Just drag me under a tree or something the sun will cook me alive if you just leave me here." I rubbed the back of my neck and raised my head. Summer was glaring down at me with her arms crossed, "What?"

She looked back at the group then at me, "If we don't start walking in the next ten seconds we are going to lose the group, and get lost Malibu please, try."

I squeezed my eyes shut and lifted myself off the ground. I wobbled a bit before bending over on my knees, there was no way I would be able to walk. I could blame the cigarette I had this morning or the crazy amount I had been smoking since. Whatever me I chose to blame didn't matter right now. There was some rapid footsteps, "You guys alright?"

Tristian. Summer moaned, "Malibu can't go on, she's—no offense Mali—being the dead weight." I gasped softly and she scoffed, "Don't gasp, you know it's true we're literally in the back!"

In an instant I was lifted off the ground and I instinctively wrapped my arms around Tristian's neck and my legs around his torso. "You weigh nothing." He jumped a bit adjusting me, "You comfortable?"

"Yeah..." My dying heart attempted to do two backflips in my chest. I gave Tristian a kiss on the cheek and got comfortable on his back, "Thank you Tristian."

Summer was already marching forward, attempting to rejoin the group before anyone else noticed we lagged behind. Tristian hands rested under my thighs and he rubbed it a bit before talking, "I worry about you." I stayed silent and he continued, "I don't know your reason behind smoking but it's killing you Mal, and I'm not ready for my best friend to die yet."

I bit down on my lip, "I'm not going to die." But it was hard to let go, no matter how difficult cigarettes made life—it was still my life. Each individual stick has become something important to me, and I wasn't going to let it go. "You're stuck with me for a while."

"I certainly hope so." Tristian and I lingered in the back, Summer towards the middle with her other friends. "Could you maybe get my water and feed me some while we walk, I'm thirsty."

I reached into Tristian's bag that he had carrying in front of him and uncapped his water. I fed it to him slowly, "I didn't know I was your best friend." Tristian smirked and I let up on the water, "What?"

He looked back for a moment, "You're cute Malibu." I capped his water and slipped it back in his bag. "I don't know, I feel like we've gotten closer than just friends unless I'm overstepping..."

"Not at all." I put my chin on his bulky shoulder, "You're too good for me Tristian, I would've been abandoned back there if it wasn't for you." I leaned into the tall blonde and smiled softly, "Thank you."

He chuckled, "Summer wouldn't have left you there, I've known her since pre-school she would've dragged you by your legs if she had too." He nudged me slightly, "She just knew your amazing hot quarterback in blonde hair was going to come save the day."