Cigarette Smoke \\ C.H

(1) Stars In My Eyes

TALLULAH GRANT - Chicago , Illinois

~~ but why doesn't she love herself? ~~

♫ = FEELS / KIIARA

'Why am I even here?' I puffed , crossing my arms. I looked around in Michael's dirty car , trying to avoid his angry blue eyes.

'Because you promised me that you would stop smoking but i caught you. For the second time.' Michael said , gritting his teeth. I felt guilt wash over as I remember the memory.

{A week ago}

'Michael , calm down! My mum's sleeping!' I said , trying so hard to throw away the cigarette but couldn't let it slip out of my hand. It was dark , around 6 a.m. and Michael looked more mad than ever. He was half-awake and had red eyes. He had fallen asleep on the couch and I couldn't stand to wake him up because he looked so peaceful. Well looks like he's awake now.

'But Tallulah you promised! YOU FUCKING PROMISED!' Michael yelled as I heard my mum's footsteps come down the stairs , me trying to prepare myself for whatever heartbreaking thing she was about to say.

'It's bad enough you're 20 and still live in my house but you just had to bring over your boy toy!' My mum yelled as i with all my might , threw the cigarette away. Michael's facial expressions relaxed as he heard my mum's annoying voice. She stopped at the middle of the stairs , her silky pijamas looking tacky.

'Mumma it's more than that , go to sleep.' I crossed my arms , standing in the balcony staring at my mum's physic. She groaned a bit more , not even looking at Michael.

'I want him out... NOW!' She said before going back up. My heart stopped racing as Michael went back to being angry. 

'Okay you are going to that programme! You couldn't even keep your fucking promise!' Michael said , slamming the door , leaving the conversation for tomorrow night. I shouldn't of left him leave in a condition like that. But I did and I stood on the balcony , watching him walk towards his house.

'I'm so sorry Mikey.' I muttered to myself , disappointed more than ever.

{present}

'Fine , imma go then.' I said to Micheal as he stared blankly at me , the sunshine making his white hair even whiter and brighter. I opened the car's door painfully slowly as I stood out. I regretted wearing my favourite white sweater as it was rather hot.

'Pick you up at 3.' He snickered , rolling his window back up.He drove away quickly , leaving me in the middle of the parking lot. I looked to the small , one floored white building. It looked like the most depressing thing I had ever seen and of course , there was this big sign reading : BREATHE CHICAGO , QUIT SMOKING PROGRAMME 2-3 P.M.

'Fuck this shit , i'm not going to that dumbass programme.' I muttered to myself having no idea what to do. It was the middle of nowhere and everything looked depressing. I saw a small cafe across the street as I started to walk to it , searching for change in my pockets.

'Yea , hi can I get a capuccino?' I looked around the retro cafe with booths , ordering my drink. I tapped on the floor while waiting for my it to be prepared. Even though it was  small , it was very crowded. Most of them eldery-aged couples or groups of middle-aged women. I didn't know what to expect , it was a grey neighbourhood. My eyes searched for an empty table as I saw one. I grabbed the very hot cup and nearly dropped it on the table , rubbing my hands afterwards.

'NO! DO YOU HEAR ME?! IM NOT GOING TO THAT STUPID PROGRAMME!' I heard a voice enter the cafe , talking like a maniac. He groaned in frustration , ending the conversation while the other line was yelling. He closed his phone in frustration , walking up to the counter.

'Capuccino please.' He said slamming the money on the counter , as I couldn't take my eyes off him. He couldnt stand still , his tanned skin covered in tattoos. All of them moer confusing than the other , my eyes then going to his messy white shirt , stopping at the hem of his black jeans.

'Can I help you?' He said as if he felt my eyes on his back , in an annoyed voice. He turned to face me , one eyebrow raised and so many emotions all over his face.

'What programme are you talking about?' I said , raising my eyebrow. I was being my usual butt-head curious self and nosed into his conversation.

'Oh it's nothing..' His voice in it's calm aura and it made me feel a bit better about everything going on. He sighed , taking his capuccino , eyes scanning somewhere to sit. 

'I know it's the one for smoking... I'm not going either. My best friend is kind of forcing me to but I feel so horrible in those type of enviroments.' I said , sipping on the drink , scared that cream was all over my upper lip.

'I know right? I almost feel...crazy. I mean I don't need a stupid programme to quit.' He said , rolling his eyes. I could see a parliament package peeking through his pocket , my lips aching for one. 

'I totally get what you mean. But anyways wanna smoke?' I said starting to tense up. My cappucino was barely half-way but I didn't mind. 

'Yes please. I'm seeing stars in my eyes.' He stood up from the table so quickly , making the table shake. He walked ahead of me , through the backyard , immediatly pulling the packet out.

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Name : Tallulah Grant

Ethnicity : African-American/Caucasian

Height : 170 cm (5'7 i think)

Favourite Food : Spring Rollls

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Hey loves , hope you like my new book!! Totally hyped for this book and btw how hot is Zendaya like damn she is slaying.
And i now have these little character profiles at the end of the books first chapter just to show their ethnicity and shit.

{Sila ♥}