"SURPRISED Aunt Mel doesn't have a safety lock on this drawer," I replied, taking the lighter out of it. I closed it afterwards, walking to the kitchen island.
I pressed my thumb to the spark wheel, flicking it a few times to see the fire appear.
I leaned down, lighting the one and the eight on the birthday cake.
It was January fourth, Layla's eighteenth birthday.
Camila turned off the kitchen light so we could see the lit up candles more clearly.
It was a simple vanilla cake with vanilla frosting. In red writing it read Legal.
Cam and I had picked it up at Walmart earlier today. We had it customized.
Layla leaned on her forearms against the counter, wearing a simple white robe. A white towel was wrapped perfectly around her hair. Black Chanel shades were on her face.
She brought her fingertips to the Marlboro cigarette that was between her rose lips, leaning forward so the candle light could light her cigarette up.
I found myself smiling, lifting up the lighter to my cigarette, lighting my own.
I hadn't exactly known why she asked for Marlboro cigarettes for her birthday, but I assumed it was because her pen was still taken. It was growing on for six months.
She was silent a moment before she took the cigarette from her lips, blowing out the smoke and the candles out in one go. The smoke filled the air as the kitchen was left dark.
"Finally legal." I smiled, taking the cigarette out of my mouth as I blew out the smoke, placing the lighter on the countertop. I leaned my hip against the counter. "How do we feel?"
"Like I want to book a one way flight to Italy," She easily replied, standing up straight.
She had spent time with her mom a bit, but now she was at work. Layla didn't really want to see a lot of people since she was planning anything big, and didn't feel like a party. The only people here were Camila and me.
We all had white towels wrapped perfectly in our hair, white robes around us.
Except Camila's was pink. Almost everything she owned was pink.
"You're finally legal." Camila told her, sitting on top of the counter top. "Nice isn't it?"
"More responsibilities. Yay." Layla impassively said while I stood behind her, clasping a gold necklace around her neck.
It had an opal butterfly in the center.
She looked down at it once it clasped on, turning around to look at me. "Dude, this is so cute. Thank you."
I nodded my head, sitting up on the countertop next to Camila.
Layla leaned against the counter across from us, crossing her arms as she smoked from her cigarette.
"I feel like I could model for vogue," Cam commented, crossing one leg over the other. She lifted up her wine glass that was filled with non alcoholic sparking rosé.
"Me too," I nodded, looking over at her as my fingertips came to the cigarette that was in my mouth, taking it out as I lifted it to her.
She smiled, her eyes squinting as she clinked her glass with my cigarette in the form of cheers.
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Don't Take It Personal
Teen Fiction"I still never said it. And besides that, you're not listing the basics of the relationship. We need rules and agreements. When is it over?" "We'll have a deal," I told her. "You commit wholeheartedly to us being in a fake relationship, and I'll co...
