Cigarettes and lollipops/// Zayn Malik

Chapter one:Backstories and friendships

Cam's pov

It's my favorite kind of night, my mom is out "on a date" aka having sex with the asshole who gives her drugs, Sabby is over, it's raining, a cold fall night, so my black sweater ripped jeans and combat boots slightly contrast against Sabby's white tee-shirt, leather jacket that was thrown on a chair in the corner, blue jeans and converse, and we are both high off our ass. And when we get high we talk, normally about our childhood, even though we grew up together, we did and still do live in the ghetto, a bunch of greasers, hood rats, and druggies and very few preps. I'm a bit of all of them, but not preps, so is Sabby. 
"Babe," Saddy says, " you know when we tried pot for the first time."
"Ya, I don't remember any of it, all I know is that we snuck out and damn nearly died."
"Yeah but do you remember who we were with?"
"Lou and Zayn, duh," I say as it is basically the most obvious thing in the world, "I mean they saved our lives."
"Yeah," Sabby said with a pause her voice lowering as see said, "just think if it wasn't for those two morons we wouldn't have been here, we would have died at 13."
"God damn I mean I've almost died how many times now?"
"Too many you fucking moron," she says laughing.
"Hey you were right there with me almost every time." I say back, "hey do you ever like, miss your mom?" I ask after a moment of silence, voice quiet knowing that it's a very touchy subject, her mom died in a car accident when she was 12 and ever sense then her dad became an abusive drunk.
"Yeah... All the time," she quietly says, "I would ask you about your dad but he is clearly a pussy, running away before you were even born," Life coming back to her voice
"Yeah, but hey the past is the past, what are you gonna do? Now pass me the bong." Sabby hands me our rainbow bong as I take another hit, blowing a perfect smoke ring giving it to her.
"Just think if I didn't have you I would have probably killed my self." She says before breathing in the smoke.
"What would I do without you?" I ask but it came out more as a statement than a question, falling back in my bed my arm covering my eyes. "I wonder if Louis or Zayn have ever gotten Harry or Niall high, God I want to see that." I say out loud to myself, making Saddy laugh at the thought making me look up at her, to see her messing with my all my CDs on my nightstand, finding one she wants to listen too, and plops it in my radio. I hear "Rape Me" by Nirvana start playing, making me sit up and move to the end of the bed next to her. The contents of my small dark gray nightstand consist of my radio, my CDs, the rainbow bong, my lighter that has a naked lady on it-just to piss people off- an open bowl half full, an old blue bong, and a small box filled with joint papers.
"Let's see what is in the magical drawer of nastay," she giggles.
"Same shit as last time," I inform her.
"Who knows," she says looking over her shoulder opening my drawer, like I said same shit as always, my Polaroid, a lot of random condoms, my birth control, cigarettes, lighters, and a bunch of pictures of me and my friends. Sabby grabs the quite large stack of Polaroid pictures and sits next to me on the bed.
She holds the pictures so we can both see, the top picture is of her in Lou's bedroom on his bed next to me, taking her first hit from one of his old bongs when we were 13, down at the bottom in her handwriting is reads "Sorry mom".
"Remember this, Louis stole my camera and took this, and the next one should be of me," I say. She flips to the next picture, just as I said it was me, 13, on Louis bed, taking a hit from his old bong, right next to Sabby. "Look at my fringe," I giggle loudly, my eyes and most of my nose  is covered by my long black fringe. Flipping to the next picture is a picture of little 15 year old Louis doing the exact same thing as me and Sabby in the last pictures. His long shaggy like hair in front of his eyes, not as much as mine was but it was still there. The next one was of 14 year old Zayn, the same exact thing as the last three pictures, his dark brown hair up in a small mohawk, it was funny as fuck.  The next picture was of all four of us, the same night as the other four, it was like a selfie, it was obvious that Zayn had the camera and the rest of us were laughing our asses off, all leaning on each other.
"I remember this," Sabby says cheerily, "you started laughing at something Lou said, making me laugh, making Lou laugh." The next picture is of Louis helping Sabby up on the roof of the high school.
"The dumbass mistake we made, later we almost fell off the damn roof," I say remembering how Zayn grabbed me and mad sure that we were both ok. The next picture had Louis, Zayn, and Sabby, it was a few weeks later...I only know this as I put dates on all of my photos, in front of a dimly lit  Duncan Doughnuts.
The next was all of us at the park, two days later, in the picnic area with Liam. A joint in Louis hand and a bowl in the middle of the table. Flipping to the next picture it was my 14th birthday, my fringe slightly pushed out of my face, a crappy blue princess crown on my head and a huge weed brownie with a candle in front of me.
"One of the best birthdays ever," I say, "best damn brownie I've ever had."
"Zayn is a mad cook," she says flipping to the next picture. It shows Zayn sitting in front of me teaching me how to roll blunts, a talent that I am a pro in. We have only gone through not even a fourth of the pictures but Sabby excitedly puts the pictures down in the open drawer while jumping up from the bed. "Come as you are" by Nirvana started playing, as she says it is our song so she pulls me up and we start swaying our hips to the music. I grab my phone texting Louis and Zayn to come over. Soon getting a reply back asking if the rest of the boys can come over. The boys are cool so I have no problem with that and all five boys end up in my room half an hour later. I met Niall freshman year he is in the football team, although he looks like he would be a complete goody goody he normally joins us in our group highs, Harry is the complete opposite, we met in freshman year as well, but he looks like he was a bad ass but he isn't, and I made it my goal to try to get him high tonight. Me and Sabby both met Zayn and Louis in 4th grade, and is three met Liam in 5th grade. Sabby and myself met in kindergarten and have been best friends ever sense.