cigarettes

one

i was walking down the street, my full attention on my journal.

that day I was rushing to make it to my art class, wearing an overused sweater and ripped skinny jeans.

suddenly, i bumped into you and I dropped my book while you dropped a pack of cigarettes.

you cursed, and started picking up the mess.

you huffed and asked,
"do you have a lighter?"

i said i didn't have one and you groaned in frustration.

your dark hair that fell in your eyes matched the clothing that you wore.

dark blue shirt with black jeans and converses on your feet.

i decided to take a chance and show you the nearest store.

your obsession was cigarettes, and my obsession was you.

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okay im so freaking excited for this new series of books based on aesthetics and the 5sos boys.

super super stoked.