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I reclined on the hood of a black car, staring into the dark abyss of unconsciousness surrounding me. Spike leaned against the car, puffing clouds of smoke from his cigarette. In my hand I held his black, cracked iPhone 4. He held his box of Marlboros to me. "Have a smoke." I shook my head. "I'm good." Spike made a clicking sound. "Live a little, this is only a dream" I shrugged, considering his words. I took a cigarette and held it between my lips as spike pulled his lighter from his pocket. He pressed the lever with his black fingernails uttering a 'dammit' when the flame put out. On the second try, the flame remained, burning the butt of the cigarette making it glow like an ember. I inhaled and coughed, taking it out of my mouth. Spike laughed and took a puff of his own cigarette. His was about finished so he threw it at his booted feet. He snatched mine and put it to his lips. A rush of unnecessary excitement rushed through me as he placed what had been in my mouth on his. "Cmere, I wanna show you something."
He said motioning for me to come closer. I sat up and faced him, heating up as his hand moved to my jaw. His hand was cold unsurprisingly. But I still leaned into it, trying to to shake.
"Open your mouth" I looked at him skeptically but obeyed. He took a puff and blew it into my mouth. The smoke cane out of my nose and I coughed. Spike threw his head back in amusement. "You're a black parade, aren't you?"
