I wake up to the smell of cigarette smoke. Yes- cigarette smoke, not the smell of pancakes or waffles-nope, not that I was actually craving that, my stomach still ached from too much alcohol from last night.
''Can you fucking stop?'' I look at noah as I enter my small living room. ''I'm trying not to get lung cancer, thank you very much.''
''Sure thing.'' He says as he takes outs his cigarette on my sofa.
I watch as little smokes come from my sofa as the hot cigarette is being pressed against it.
''You actual piece of fucking shit.'' I stare at him and cross my arms over my chest.
''When do you not use the word 'fuck' in every sentence.'' He glares at me.
''That's-that's not the point, oh my god.'' I throw my hands at my sides getting frustrated.
''You're buying me a new fucking couch.'' I point at the burn. ''Do you actually think- that doing that on someone's couch is cool or something.'' I scrunch my face up in disgust. ''That it's funny?''
''Or-or that it makes you look attractive?'' I put my hands on my hips.
I watch him as he looks down onto his watch.''Oh look, it's time for me to go.'' He points towards the door. He gets up making his way to the door.
Before he could reach for the door knob i step in front of the door making him stop in his tracks.
''You're not leaving till you cough up three hundred dollars.'' I put my hand out waiting for him to give me my money.
''Okay I know for a fact, that, that thing wasn't three hundred dollars.'' He shakes his head laughing looking back at the couch.
''That must've been like twenty dollars.'' He turns around to look at me again, chuckling to himself.
I sigh, ''okay, okay it was only fifty dollars.'' I put my hands up in defense. ''Either way noah, I know you have money, so... Hand it over. You were basically asking for it.''
''Wait how about, instead of money that I give you...'' He trails off. ''I give you a kiss.'' He smiles.
I burst out in laughter.
''Giving me a kiss is going to fix my couch?''
''I don't think so big guy.'' I laugh at his foolish request.
