You had smoked since you were young because of the stress that your family had always put on you but recently it had become a chore and you wanted it to stop. Max had been telling you for weeks that she hated smoking but she didn't know that you smoked.
"See you tomorrow guys" you shouted and got on your bike going the opposite way.
As soon as you got around the corner you checked to make sure that no one was around and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it straight away.
You sighed out as the stress was pulled away from you. You got back on your bike and went the rest of the way home with the smoking stick hanging from your mouth.
"Y/N, wait up!" You heard Max.
"Fuck, fuck" you cursed.
You threw the thing to the ground and crushed it with your foot, hopefully she wouldn't notice your breath.
"Ew it smells like smoke." She scrunched up her nose.
"Y-yeah it does" you stumbled.
"Y/N why does it smell so fresh" she asked.
"I-I'm Sorry"
"Why"
"I was the one smoking, I know you hate it but I can't stop" you said starting to cry.
She got up and hugged you.
"It's alright, I'll help you stop okay? It'll be hard but we'll do it together"
She kept a hold of you and calmed you down, from then on you didn't smoke for the sake of not hurting her.
