Imagine | T. Swift

Chocolate Milk

CW: [Angst]  Mentions of smoking, lost pregnancy/infertility and abuse

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Usually, when someone turns twenty-one, the first thing they think about is getting drunk at a party for the first time. And though you can't deny that you're looking forward to legally drinking, you just wanted two things for your birthday today; a pack of smokes and chocolate milk. So after your breakfast brunch with your family, you got ready to walk to the corner store.

"Okay momma, I'm going now. Are you sure you don't need anything?" You asked, as you opened the front door, your foot keeping it open as you waited for an answer.

"No honey I'm good, thank you though." She smiled. "Just be safe."

"Will do momma. Be back soon." You gave her a small smile back and walked out. As you walked down the drive way, you looked across the street and saw Mrs. Andrews sitting on her front porch.

"Happy Birthday Y/N!" She called out

"Thank you Mrs. Andrews! You have a good day!" As you waved over to her, you couldn't help but think about Lacey, your best friend. She usually walks down to the store with you. A part of you wanted to ask Mrs. Andrews if Lacey wanted to come with but you decided against it. You were going to see her later tonight anyway at your party. Besides, it's nice to do things on your own sometimes.

Your dress flowed slowly with the light August breeze as you kicked a little stone down the street. Today was off to a good start; the sun was shining, the air was warm and you're finally twenty-one.

As you reached the little corner store, you couldn't help but anticipate to have a smoke or two for the first time in a few days. Sure you could've asked your sister to pick up a pack for you but you weren't that desperate. But that lack of desperation was almost a week ago; the more the days went by without nicotine, the harder it was to bare the craving.

The bell rang as you opened the door and you were greeted with none other than Lacey's boyfriend, Cameron, stocking up the drinks.

"Hey birthday girl! Im sure this is what you're lookin' for." He smiled as he gave you a little carton of chocolate milk.

"Thank you Cam. How'd you know?" You joked.

"Oh totally not like its what you always get," He played along. You gave his shoulder a little shove as you giggled. "Here let me cash you out."

As he lead you over to the counter to scan your precious carton of chocolate milk, you heard the little bell ring again letting you know another person had walked in.

"Wait Cam, can I also get a pack of Marlboro?" If you're being honest you wanted the pack of smokes more than the chocolate milk.

"No I can't sell cigarettes to you Y/N." He deadpanned. You felt your heart drop a little at that statement.

"Haha you're so funny. Im not underage anymore Cam. It's my birthday today, remember?" You giggled and showed him your phone, displaying the date and time to prove it.

"Yeah but technically you're still twenty. It's twelve thirty-six; you were born at eight at night. remember? Besides my boss put in a new rule where I can't sell 'em to twenty one year olds until the day after their birthday." You love Cam and his jokes but the aggravation of not smoking for so long was starting to set you off.