Lacey walked towards the tracks smelling a familiar scent.
Danny was blowing out a puff of smoke. But this time it wasn't the air.
"What are you doing?" Lacey asked.
Danny turned around to Lacey red eyed.
"No, the question is what are we doing? You're just standing there I'm just sitting here. Why isn't the world still? Why does it rotate? Why don't we feel it move?" Danny rambled on.Lacey walked closer examined Danny. He was smoking a joint.
"Danny are you high?"
"Higher than a kite my friend." Danny chuckled."Why are you smoking?"
"For your information I am not smoking. I'm just inhaling weed. The sweet sweet aroma of marijuana.""Why?"
"It downgrades my pain. It makes me forget who I truly am."
"Okay but why here? Why on the tracks?"
"Remember I'm something here. So I can be something to the world." Danny says letting out a puff of smoke into the cold air."Danny. I don't care if you smoke weed just no on the tracks you can get hurt." Lacey stared concernedly.
"Who the fuck cares. I don't care. You don't care. The world certainly doesn't care. So who are you to say what I can or cannot do. Get off my case. " Danny says letting out another puff of smoke.
Lacey sits nexts to Danny.
"I care. And this nothing wants you to go home. It's late."
"Whatever. You ruined the fun anyway. I'm out."Please Vote and Comment
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Some Things are Nothing (BWWM/ Interracial)
Short StorySomething (pronoun): a person or thing that is important or worth noticing Nothing (pronoun): someone or something that has no interest, value, or importance ...