Because love can burn like a cigarette.
-lovers rock, tv girl.
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PRESENTING
Estella Shimmer a senior model student at her private school, known for her excellent grades and innocent charm, not to mention her p...
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MATT
LEANING against the sturdy brick wall of an alleyway, my secret escape for whenever I need to clear my thoughts. I'm drawn into the subdued ambiance of the dim streetlights,its soft radiance barely piercing the veil of darkness. Each exhale of my cigarette sends wisps of smoke swirling into the air, a quiet interplay amidst the stillness of the night.
I shifted my gaze towards my friend, who stood leaning against the wall beside me, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, "Matt." The cigarette between his fingers trembled slightly, a telltale sign that he was not entirely sober at the moment. As I exhaled another puff of smoke, my focus remained fixed on his face, my eyebrows furrowed, waiting for him to continue speaking.
ETHAN STEVENSON, an older outer school friend of mine who is also part of the same band as Chris and I, along with his elder brother, COLBY STEVENSON. The Stevenson brothers hold a significant role, not just in my life but also in Chris's and Nick's. Our paths crossed during a street fight happening outside a nightclub they performed at, where the both of them had came to my rescue, basically saving me from being beaten to death. Since that day onwards, we forged a strong sibling-like friendship with one another.
"I know a place," he says, pausing to take another drag of his cigarette before exhaling slowly. "A place where we can get wasted" An amused smirk spreads widely across his face, mirroring my own reaction. His idea sparked an interest to my boredom as I throw the finished cigarette onto the damp ground.
"I'll follow your lead then." I said, my car keys dangling loosely from my fingertips as Ethan picked up his bike helmet from the ground. "Just make sure you keep pace," he teased, strolling off towards the motorcycle which he borrowed from his elder brother for the night. A scoff escaped my lips as I watched him get on his motorbike while I enter my own vehicle. My grip tightening around the stirring wheel as I begin speeding up from behind him.
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