All Or Nothing {c.s}

Cigarettes&sadness

My mum knew I had gone out and she told me to be home at 12 otherwise I'd be in trouble. It was now 1:20 and I was sat on the kerb a few houses down from where I lived. I was thinking. Thinking about Cole. I didn't know anything about him. How old he was,where he lived, even who he was. He was a mystery. A sad mystery.

I reached for my phone in my jacket pocket and felt something with it.
It was a cigarette, one of Coles cigarettes. It had a phone number scribbled across the white part. He must have slipped it into my pocket when i was leaving.
I rolled the cigarette between my fingers contemplating if I should text the number or not. Before I had chance to decide I heard a foot splash in a puddle. It was Dylan crossing the road to meet me.
He sat down beside me looking at the cigarette between my fingers.
"You smoke?" He asked sounding shocked.
"No I don't, someone at a party gave it me" he nodding his head listening to what I was saying.

"When did it all get so fucked up Dylan?" I questioned, resting my head across his legs.
I mean it was fucked up to be a 17 year old living in Northwood. Surrounded by drugs and kids with daddy issues and I had no sense of normality. Dylan ran his fingers through my hair as he sighed.
"I know Kyra, I know. I wish we could go back to when we were 6, riding our bikes up and down the hill. Our only problems being grazed knees" he smiled faintly.
I sat up looking at him in the eyes.
"I met a boy tonight, he was something, he was really something. But there was something that screamed that I shouldn't get involved. He seemed sad and that made me sad. And now I'm sat here with his cigarette with his number on it thinking about him" i told Dylan.

Dylan looked down at the floor and then back at me.
"I think that you could do without this right now Ky. I've seen this before and I've seen how things pan out".
I loved Dylan he gave the best advice which I always took.
"You're right, you always are". And with that being said Dylan took a lighter out of his jacket pocket and lit the cigarette. The numbers that Cole had written slowly burnt away. I dropped the cigarette on the floor and stood up walking to my house.

"I'll walk you home" Dylan said. And so he did.
"I didn't know you smoked Dylan" I questioned.
"I don't" he replied
"Then why do you have a lighter in your pocket?" I asked.
"Ohh. This is my broth...friends jacket" he replied.
I frowned slightly but didn't think too hard about it and entered my house,seeing Dylan stood at the top of my driveway.