Who I Am

I lay awake staring at the cloudless night sky. The stars gleamed with a certain silver light that reflected off of my car's hood, which I was laying on. It was a unseasonably chilly summer night and I could actually see the vapor rising from my mouth. Or was that smoke from my half gone soothingly glowing cigarette? It is hard to tell now days. The glassy metal of the hood beneath my nearly bare back was cold, but welcoming. my red cotton shirt was pushed up and I had shorts on, my bare feet set on the car steadily. I was in the middle of my apartment buildings parking lot where it should have been filled with the occasional shout from a stoner, or giggles from the twelve year olds who had snuck out, believing they were bad ass but were going to get caught sooner or later. but no, I was greeted by silence. not greeted exactly, more of engulfed. I sat up, suddenly fully aware of the growing almost sinister. the stars grew more ominous instead of comforforting. I shifted and took another huff of my cancer stick. I then heard snickers from the other side of the car and a hushed male voice.

"Dude shut up we almost have her good."

I rolled my eyes because I recognised this voice.

"Marcus, man, okay your going to have to do a lot better than that to freak me out."

I turned, you know how you spin around on your ass when you are on a glossy surface just for shits and giggles? I jumped off the hood, and landed next to my guys they were hunched and laughing, but stood in my presence.  Marcus with his shiny and forever shifting black and red hair that was nearly sketched across his wide forehead, and always falling into his greenish eyes, reached out for my ciggerette.

"no way." I pulled my hand back. "it's all mine brother."

Marcus was of course my best friend we've known each other for the longest time...it had taken him a while to accept my smoking habit. (that I regrettably admit started a bit after eighth grade) but soon enough I got him hooked on it too. he laughed and shrugged off my rejection.

"that's fine, I have my own." and with that he promptly took a box out of his jean pocket and asked for a lighter, which I giltily gave to him. He light up, and stuffed the box back into his trousers. A scrawny looking shape came from behind him. a girl with blue hair with so much body it could be its own person came into view.

"Do you guys have to smoke here?" She asked quietly, obviously not trying to provoke us.

"Oh I'm sorry." I retorded "Did I ask you to stand in my line of smoke?" Mine was going out anyway, so I tossed it on the ground and crushed it with my heel.

"It's okay I'll move" The timid girl whom annoyed me shifted away. she walked over to the side walk a bit away and I laughed at her.

"Ugh what a Debby downer. I hate Kasey." I mutter, looking at Marcus who was looking sadly at my outcast.

"She didn't really do anything.." he mumbled while blowing smoke away from me.

I grimaced. "oh whatever." I looked over my shoulder at the girl, then hooked arms with my bestie. "come on let's go get something to eat." I usually had midnight cravings and Marcus too. that's why we are friends. He mumbled something. "what?"

"I said, Sparrow your being a bit harsh."

I scrunched up my nose. "harsh on who?" I let go of him and walked to the drivers side of my car and opened the door. He reluctantly got in the shotgun seat.

"nevermind. I'm in the mood for pizza. you down for pizza?" he had thrown his cig out of the car. I had a strict no smoking in the car rule.

"of course." I started the car, put it in drive and pulled out. I don't believe in reverse. we sped out in search of a pizza place, leaving Kasey behind and soon forgot