Coffee, Cigarettes And Other Drugs

Nifty Beginnings

"I wonder if I disgust her" he would think.

"I wonder of he accepts me" she would think.

See, these two were actually quite the same yet to them the were almost worlds apart. They both took full on cannonballs in the pool of social awkwardness, finding delight in it while other people would merely stand by the pool like the fat kid at a swimming party.

I'm getting of track..well technically not.

Because these two 'social' moths actually met at the local swimming pool. In winter. At sunset.

They figured nobody in their right mind would swim in the cold winner waters thus making the pool the prefecture hideout from their socialite peers.

He say smoking on the ledge of a canopy coding an assortment of decorative items. The smoke he would exhale lazily while his eyes skimmed across the red paint strokes lying on the horizon.

She ambled towards the sun strained plastic lounger while fishing for her own packet of vaporized-medication. After a moment she fought with her lighter who defiantly would not let out a spark.

He dropped from above her lounger,surprising her, with his arm outstretched towarda her. She muttered a thanks while her wide eyes stayed fixed on him, before losing interest after the first white cloud left her full lips. She returned his lighter.

"I'm Chené"

"Dylan" he lounged back on the cement floor, his arms keeping him up.

They sat in silence for a few moments, neither really knowing what to say until they think thought of the first thing they had in common.

"What type of cigs do you smoke" their voices echoed in unison, earning an awkward chuckle from both.

"Derby" he stated pulling a few strands of his longish onyx hair out of his field of vision.

"Stuyvesant. Figured I deserved it" a far away look flooded her eyes.

"Nice. I'm on my last few pennies for the month thus my choice. But it isn't half that bad." He took a deep drag, held it for a moment then exhaled a wisp of smoke.

"Nice and strong" his words came out a bit raspy.

"Care to trade?" She asked, her nip directed towards him.

He furrowed his brows slightly; not really into the idea of putting his mouth were hers have already been.

"Not that there is anything wrong with her lips" his inner male cried,
"Just that I don't necessarily know where those lips were" his hypochondriac defended him.

"Sure, if you can handle it" he grinned.

She surprised him by taking equally deep drags and even keeping it in as long as he had.

Chené exhaled with a sign, closing her eyes while the nicotine spread warmth through her body, untwisting the tensed up muscles throughout her being.

"I really have to give it to them;the cheaper cigs really gets the job done."

"Tough week, huh?" Dylan was full on lying down and staring at the night sky which was salted with white flecks.

Her mind's eye recalled the fights she had with people at school as well as the tension between her parents throughout the whole week.

"I guess you could say that" she stared at his eyes.

They were a dark blue, almost indigo. He wasn't the most attractive of the lot but was soft enough on the eyes. Her eyes lingered on his full lips.

"Quite odd for a guy" she would think every time she saw those lips.

While her eyes were focused in his lips, his eyes were focused on her round face. Quite the bit on the curvy side, but still captivating like a winter rose in full bloom. She lack the cheekbones but luckily her ascended chin gave her more definition.

After a while of them both staring, in a manner many would be creeped out by, they noticed their odd moment and abruptly looked away suddenly finding everyday simple objects very profound.

When the stars were in full bloom he coaxed her to join him onto the canopy, her dusty sneakers screeching in agreement with gravity as she clambered on top of it. They lied down next to each other, shoulders almost touching, while blowing white clouds into the cool night air.

After a few hours of talking about the constellations, the possibility that life might be a dream, some jabs at people they didn't like and finally a reluctant good bye, they parted ways.

For the night.

Their minds were buzzing with excitement and anxiety from actually connecting with somebody who wasn't the voices in their heads.