Strawberries & Cigarettes

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 2: 𝒩ℴ𝒶𝒽; 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ

Imma get yall up to speed cuz I deleted this lmao

Yall, thoughts on Lucas ^?

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Chapter 2: Noah; you said light my cigarette

"Hey – you're...Noah, right?"

And there it was. Those damn eyes that somehow managed to captivate Noah relentlessly. Don't they have anything better to do than seduce a trying boy?

The familiar yet unfamiliar scent of the Chanel Bleu awakened his senses, although both his brain and heart were refusing to take any partake.

"Helloo..?"

A pale, veiny wrist clad in a black woollen turtleneck and silver watch waved in front of his eyes.

"Ah – yes, yes I am, and you are...?"

That was a lie. He knew. But never met. Saw. But from afar.

"Ah right – I'm Lucas," said the boy at the door, grinning, "Louis has told me a lot about you."

It was then that Noah noticed said person nearly collapsed on the floor had it not been for a strong arm grasping his waist.

"Louis!" ignoring the calculating gaze directed at him, and kneeling. The blue haired in question grinned toothily at Noah before closing his eyes tightly.

"What happened to him?"

"He drinks like a bitch, did you know? A couple of us went out for drinks and he was out in two shots. I brought him here instead of our dorm because he was saying he wanted to go to his boyfriend."

"LOUIE!"

A shriek startled both Noah and Lucas, making him drop Louis Candace.

"Fuck man – the hell is -?"

He was cut off by his boyfriend tightly – tipsily – clinging to him.

"Lexie..'" he murmured, the scent of alcohol subsiding and mixing with his perfume, stroking said boy's bleached rose-like hair.

It was as if the two boys had completely forgotten the other two standing there awkwardly. Instead, sitting on the line between the apartment entrance and hallway, the two clutched at each other as if they had been separated for a time and eternal rather than merely more than a few hours.

A cough from Noah separated them, pulling them apart drunkenly.

"Do you wanna come inside or...?"

"I want...wanna stay with him," slurred Alex, clutching the wrinkled black graphic tee Louis was wearing.

"Lock your doors bitch!" called out Noah as the two slugged over to Alex's quarters.

"Love you too, darling," replied Louis.

They fell down two times before finally making their way to Alex's quarters in a zig-zag sort of way.

"So, er, my job is done I guess," said Lucas, and Noah's attention transfixed on him once more. His black hair was slightly unruffled, strands of haphazard hair falling over his stormy grey eyes. The slight grumbling of his stomach made Noah .

"D'you want a ramen before you go?"
"Sure."

"That was great – thanks, Noah," said Lucas, laying back in the couch.

"No problem."

The two descended into an awkward silence. Lucas suddenly took note of the empty cans of beer littering the coffee table.

"Were you having your own drinking party?" he asked, chuckling.

If anyone had told Noah a week ago that he would be sitting next to the person he adored from afar, talking with him and even making a ramen for him, Noah would have called the police on them. But now, seeing him in person and hearing his deep laugh made him feel as if this were a hallucination. It couldn't be real, right?

"Alex and I wanted to do something fun since tomorrow is Friday and we don't have much classes."

What did he say? Noah didn't know. How could he? He was lost in the deep abyss that were Lucas's eyes. The said eyes in question bored back into his own hazel ones – hazel if it were not for the cloud of blue he painstakingly put on every morning.

"Hm."

"Do you smoke?"

The question was random. And so was the reply. A hasty nod – eager to bond in common interests. Fake common interests. Smoke? The boy despised it.

But it was fine – as the smile that graced Lucas's features were reward enough for Noah. His mother always told him lying was bad – how so? If the result was a pretty smile directed at him, Noah was prepared to lie until his death.

"Come on then," a cold, slender hand pulled his own into the wet balcony. The rain had subsided, leaving behind a crisp, clean smell and cool aura. The tiles of the balcony were wet with rain – or was it the tears of the heavenly gods looking after Noah, weeping for the sorrow the boy was in for? But neither paid any care; drunk yet sober, standing their ground on the cold tiles affirmably, barefoot and all.

Pulling out two cigarettes from his nearly empty pack, Lucas propped one in his own mouth and handed one to Noah – who hesitantly took it and awaited further instructions.

No such instructions came to pass, so Noah took out his own lighter that he had 'borrowed' from Alex and offered it to him.

"No," mumbled the taller of the two, "I want you to light my cigarette."

As confusion clouded over the younger's face, Lucas took the lighter and lit Noah's cigarette. Then, bending down to support their height more, he lit his own using Noah's. The white smoke tainted the previously fresh air, tendrils of it wisping around Noah as if to form a barrier, before being forced to dissipate.

Moments passed in this quiet aura before Lucas announced his departure – friendly and deeply unlike his demeanour before. Noah had nodded – right? He couldn't remember. All he remembered was locking the door, cleaning up the mess he and Alex had created prior to everything, and thrown away that damn cigarette before collapsing on his bed.

Lucas has black hair (silky) + grey eyes

Noah has black hair (fluffy) + hazel eyes

Alex has faded pink hair (silky) + green eyes

Louis has bright blue hair (fluffy) + blue eyes

^ notes 

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Well - there's chapter two 

~JemDemon

Word Count: 942 TTzTT