Who Am I? (boyxboy)

Part 11

AN: Wow its been months since my last update, I cant believe it. Ive been really busy since then, I moved back home, finished highschool and graduated, then as soon as I graduated I started working.  Then college started. Now it's been a year since I graduated and I'm living on my own and working full time on top of  taking classes full time, updates won't be frequent at all but I still want to try and write, more for the therapeutic aspects. Well here it goes.

Fire. It was all around me. I was trapped in the living room and carter was blocked in the dining room by a burning beam.

"Carter!" I screamed, the smoke scorched my throat. I wiped the sweat off my cheek leaving a trail of soot. The house was creaking and groaning as the flames ate away at the wood.

"Avery!" Carter screamed over the roaring of the orange flames. He coughed, clutching his chest "Get out of here! I'll find another way out!"

With that, I ran out the door. I looked back with tears in my eyes, and the sound of sirens in the distance.

I shot up in bed, the smell of smoke still stinging my nostrils and eyes. Carter sniffled and sat up next to me, his face red and puffy from crying all night.

"I'm sorry I woke you up." I whispered, standing and crawling over him to get out of bed. I walked through the darkness over to my closet and pulled open the door.

"It's ok, what's wrong?" He replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Bad dream is all." I mumbled. I pulled a small wooden box down from the top and brought it over to the bed. Carter shimmied closer to the window so I could sit. With my back to him, I opened the box and took out a pack of cigarettes.

"That bad huh?" He leaned his head on the back of my shoulder. "You wanna talk about it?"

"No." I replied. I stood and pulled on pants before climbing over carter and throwing open the window above the bed.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his face drawn together in worry.

"I will be." I smirked as I shook the pack of bogies and crawled out onto the roof.

A few seconds later carter came out and took a seat next to me. I took a cigarette out and lit it, taking a long and deep drag from the cancer stick.

"Give me one of those nasty things." Carter sighed.

I reopened the pack and handed one to him along with the matches I kept tucked in the box with the cigarettes.

We sat in silence for a while, soaking up the moon beams and nicotine. "I didn't know you smoked bogies." Carter said softly.

I was gazing out at the tree line, holding the cigarette between my lips taking puffs here and there. Carter turned to look at me but I couldn't meet his gaze. I couldn't handle the way the dream had felt. The fire felt so hot and the way the smoke and ash that burned my nose and lungs with every agonizing breath. Losing Carter...it all had felt so real.  "Amy buys them for me. I don't regularly, but these past few months I've been needing a few here and there." I took another drag, feeling the menthol burn slightly as it made its way to my lungs. "I didn't know you did either."

"Old habits die hard." He scoffed. I looked at him and smirked. Carters smirk turned into a small smile. He scooter closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist.

I snuggled into his warmth a bit and leaned my head onto his shoulder.

"I've been thinking..." I raised my head and looked Carter in the eyes.