Two Packs Of Cigarettes.

I - Night life

   June, July, August. Fastest months of the year. We're still at the first but I know it's gonna pass like it's 3 weeks. My Belgian cousins has arrived 2 weeks ago, and my Italian cousins arrived yesterday, June 13th. They come every summer, so I'm used to pass summer in the best of ways with them. My brother is comming on July's first. I missed him more than anyone. Me and him have that 'brother to brother' relationship goals. We're just like best friends and even more. We get out together, get in trouble together, fight together, make jokes together... everything. We haven't speaked much as he left, it will be good to see him, again.
We have already made a challenge, me and my Italian cousin, Ekram, as we do every year, to re-read all of the Harry Potter books over again, and whoever finishes the set first, wins 100€. Reading Harry Potter and getting paid for it is nothing but great pleasure. My other Italian cousin, Hajar, is teaching me Italian, "You're getting better as the seconds passes!", she says.

I wake up first, although I slept at 4am. It's 7am. Every one is sleeping. My brother is coming tomorrow. I go out for a run after I had breakfast in my uncle's restaurant down the street. A Beyond Gold pack in my pocket; my favourite type. I find some foxs playing basketball. They know I'm good. They call my name loud as soon as they saw me. I act like I didn't hear anything. I continue running until I arrive to my secret place. I climb the wall after I've been sure that no one's watching. It's a place, just like a labyrinth. Nobody knows about it. I have tagged almost every wall in it. I climb to the highest point where I can see the whole place, and the entourage. Whenever there's someone comming, I hide in the fear of discovering my castle. It's an abandonned place. Nobody comes in. They all fear of ghosts. I am a ghost, so I ain't fearing my matches. I leave the place as soon as I finished working out.
Next day, 10pm, heading to the aeroport. My brother's flight is arriving at 10h30, and counting the time he'll pass looking for his bags, it means he'll get out at 11h30. My uncle and I are fucking our ears with the sound of music played. Arctic monkeys, my favourite rock band.
It has been 10 days that my brother has arrived. We're only having fun since then. We   have been wasted and high two times already!

  It has been 7 months today that I have created that group on Facebook, for virtual meetings. BWB. I have, virtualy, and in real life, met extraordinary people since then. I haven't felt more loved before creating that group.

It's my virtual bestfriend's birthday. Camy. She has invited me to her pool party at a beach house near the city. It was the first time I met her in real life. It's been only virtual. And today was the day.
My brother drives me to the place. I had to wait for half an hour because I was so shy to ask for her at the door. I finally came in as the doorkeeper asked me if I was attempting a party around here. He escorted me in as I answered positive. I saw her swimming in the pool, I was on a big cliff, so I was able to see everything from that point. She's comming. I don't think she has recognized me. I walk down the stairs so slowly; I am dying in the inside to have her in my arms; I am acting so cold, I should be chill, stay cool.
She saw me. She's heading my way. She's closer. Closer. Closer. And here she fell on the stairs. I wanna go catch her. No, I should stay cool. I laugh shyly. She's in my arms. I don't even have the force to hug her. I can't. I lost control on my arms. I can't even move them. My mind got frozen.
She has been mad at me all day because I haven't hug her as I, and she, wanted to.
We haven't spoke almost all day. She was way too busy talking to her squad. I only spoke to another friend who came to the party, either.
We left the beach club, and head to her house. I've been alone for all the time. She, and her squad, are laughing, having fun. I'm only looking at her, and her eyes. I have loved her eyes.
Time's moving so slow. I decide to leave. She chooses to escort me out.
We're at the building's door. She stops me. She hugs me. I have forgotten all the day's long hours and boring seconds . Her arms were all what I needed. I hug her. The way I really hug. I put love in my hugs, and I did so, even more than usually.
I have been hugging her for 30min. I classificated it as the best 30mins of my whole life.
I left the building.

Next day, I'm tired, weak, I woke up at 1pm. I can't even move my legs, but tho, I go visit my bestfriend. I take my second pack with me. Core Flavour. Black is my favourite He's my dance partner, my crime partner and everything else. I have known him for 5 years. He's as tall as me, so we usually change clothes and create things. He's a good artist, I advanced in my drawing skills are thanks to him. We went out for the rest of day, made trouble, and got back home.

Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, all those social networks, all those messages I should answer every minute I'm online. I am kinda known on the internet. But, they don't know much on me. They call me bad boy, tumblr boy, anything they got on their mind, but I'm not what they think I am.

It has been 1 month I haven't went out by day. I became a night creature. I wake up at 2pm. I go out at 7pm. I come in at 6am. And do that, over again. My parents has never knew where I was, with who I was, or what I'm doing. They don't give no f*ck, and it fits me good. I room my mind, I live my life like birds fly in the big sky.