You can't change our fate.

Nicotine off my tongue

After a long and torturous day of giggles and whispers, it was finally time to go home. I grabbed my books and walked out of the school getting into the truck and waiting for Isabella.

She got into the car and it was the usual awkward silence that followed us. "So uhm...my friend Alice...Cullen. Alice Cullen she's having this like stupid birthday party at their house...and maybe, she just wanted to know if you'd join."

I can just tell by the way she spoke she didn't even want to invite me. That it was just out of curtsey. "No." I said, my voice cold with nothing but boredom and a tone so harsh it made her flinch. It made the car silent again, the only sound in it was the engine roaring.

We make it to the diner eventually and I get out to sit next to dad. "Hey kids I already ordered for us, hope you don't mind." He said awkwardly trying to start a conversation. "I'm sure what you got me will be good. I like anything with meat." I say smiling at him.

He chuckles and nods, "Just like your old man then huh?" He grabs the back of my neck and playfully shakes me. Making us laugh loud catching some of the customers attention. "Alright here is the steak and mashed potatoes, the veggie burger with fries, and the grilled chicken with broccoli and fries. And here are the beer, soda, and lemonade. Alright anything else you might need?" said the woman who's name tag read 'Cora'. I shake my head smiling politely at her.

"Oh wow! so this is Arden? you have grown into a handsome young man!" She said squeezing my chin affectionately. I laugh at her words and she leaves to let us eat. After the uncomfortable small talk dad tried to make with Isabella, Cora came back with a berry cobbler and three spoon for us. Isabella didn't want any so just dad and I ate it.

After my dad threatening to taze me since I insisted I payed for dinner we made it home. I took a shower and layed in bed texting my friends back and forth till sleep over came me.

~'I don't think I'll ever get enough of your lips mi amour' said a deep sultury voice. 'whos to say I want you to? hm? who's to say I don't want to kiss your pretty little lips?' I open my eyes and find myself looking at a boy with golden eyes. He doesn't look me in the eyes but he finds my lips to be of interest. 'Em...' my words were cut off by his lips on mine again, this time more passionate and rougher as if he is scared he'd never kiss me again. 'i love you...I love us...I love your pretty eyes...I love your nicotine hidden breath. I love you.' he said more serious. 'i love you too...more than you will ever know.' I say catching a single tear that threatened to fall from his perfect face.

As I dreamt that night what I didn't know was that a pretty eyed boy sat in front of me looking down. What I didn't know is that the way he looked at me was of pain. He held his chest as if it hurts. His eyes slowly glistening with poisoned tears and his usual pretty smile down casted. What I didn't hear was the silent promise that fell from the boys mouth. The one promise I didn't know he would keep till the last of our days....the one thing that kept us as one...the silent promise to kiss the nicotine off my tongue.