They watch as everything went wild.
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It was 9 AM in the morning, the sky was a little gloomy, you could barely see the sun, and the trees sway as the wind blows. I went to the rooftop and brought out a pack of cigarettes and smoked, so much for a "smoke-free" campus.
"Hey. What're you doing up here?"
"Nothing, really."
He sees the cigarette in my hands and froze. He was the type to hang out with the popular guys who are aware of the different vices of students, but he never expected me doing it.
"Looks like I'm disturbing you."
"No, go ahead."
I rarely smoke. In fact, I was 18 when I first smoked, and that says a lot coming from a person who has had asthma problems back then. I bought them myself at the store and smoked. It takes months for me to finish a whole pack myself, maybe you could say I wasn't that much of an addict, huh?
"Okay, I know this is all of a sudden but why are you smoking?"
"Mm what?" I said as I look to him.
"Well, you know, it just looked like 'oh you smoke?' type of thing. Never expected you doing it.
"Heh. Want some?" I'm really trying not to influence him, but things happen and your tonue slips.
"Sure."
Never have I expected him to respond and to even say sure.
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"How long has it been?"
"Months, almost a year?"
"So how do I do this?"
"I don't know, figure it out yourself."
He huffed and puffed. Afterwards, he coughed and we laughed.
"Got any spare clothes there? We can't smell like cigarettes at the classroom later."
"Shit."
I sighed. I knew it.
"Give me the cigarette right now and change your clothes. I don't know how you'll do it but do it."
"Well, if I end up smelling like cigarettes then I guess I could finish this though"
He grabbed the cigar from my hand and continued to smoke. I wondered why he even accepted the cigar. He looks sickly but that's just because he's thin.
"Why did you even bother to start?"
"I didn't really know. I bought the pack and the rest is history."
"Hah. I really didn't expect this from you."
"People smoke when they're stressed and they want to take a break. I guess I wanted a break."
"You know, you looked cool while I see you smoke."
"Doesn't really suit my appearance, eh?"
"You were always the type of person who rarely talks to everyone."
"I used to talk to everyone, but I was super conscious at myself. How can I adjust in the new environment? Can I do this? I always feel like everyone is laughing at me, saying something about me behind my back. Feels too hard for me to admit I'm self conscious."
"Back in high school you weren't like that."
I used to be friendly and all back then. It was just a perfect timing that someone talked to me. Then I had new friends, but I got separated as we went other ways. We weren't the best of friends, in fact he was just that person to me, someone who I can talk to comfortably.
"I know. I did not know what changed me, but I changed."
"I never wanted to be like this, I hated being sad and lonely. Sometimes I would wish I had my friends back."
"That's okay you have me."
We weren't that much close but I felt he was sincere.
"Well, atleast I can talk to you comfortably. You're not my friend but you know, you're that someone who I can talk with almost anything."
"But we're not friends." he said.
"Right." and we started laughing, huffing and puffing our cigarettes as we lay down the rooftop, looking at the sky as the sun reveals himself beneath the clouds.
