"you need to kick with more heel, drew!" henry shouts as he jogs to him from the goal, "plus i'm bored of being goalie." drew nods and wipes his sweat, "yeah okay. wanna practice blocking?" henry nods and sighs, "we can but after we rest - i am exhausted."
drew follows henry to the bleachers of the sport park and chugs his water. henry pulls out a small pack of cigarettes and holds it up to drew, "want one? i stole 'em from my dad."
jeez uhhhhhh
"okay," drew pulls the small white and yellow cigarette out of the packet and holds it out for henry to light it, "wrong way drew." drew sheepishly laughs and turns it to the other side and watches as it starts to burn. he takes a deep inhale and starts coughing imedietly, "holy shi- thats horrible! this is disgusting!" henry nods, "yeah it sucks. no one smokes for the taste, drew." drew looks at him with confusion, "o-okay.." drew tries it one more time and successfully doesn't cough. soon enough it was down to the bud.
henry and drew throw the buds onto the dirt and smush them into the ground, "wanna practice again?" drew starts off with the ball and henry tries to get it away from him with his foot. drew keeps it to himself until henry trips him and sends him tumbling into the ground.
"ahh! henry! jesus! my arm hurts really bad!" henry rushes back to drew and gasps, "i'm calling your mom!"
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"it wasn't henry's fault momma. we were just playing. he didn't intentionally break my arm," drew says as his arm is getting wrapped and wrapped and wrapped in a bright green cast cloth. momma shakes her head, "i know. it's just annoying... god, you smell like a cigarette." drew swallows, "yeah uh, they were some high schoolers smoking on the field by us." momma shakes her head, "so sad when the youth is sucked into this corrupt world."
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blurry nights
General Fiction"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
