interviewing

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by comabby

by comabby

i looked up at the boy who stood wide eyed in front of me.

“did i ask you what’s good for me and what isn’t?” i questioned, he shrugged; before pushing his hands into a jacket he wore.

“you look like you’ve been living in the dark for ages” he replied raising his eyebrows in wonder. “i mean no offense or anything” he quickly added before looking down at his feet and shuffling oddly. i scoffed and threw the bud of the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, squishing it into the pavement.

“because i have” i joked, and he let out a chuckle.

“oh well, so what’s your name vampire girl?” he asked, looking up from his shoes and making eye contact with me, my eyes shielded by circular sunglasses. i scoffed at his label for me, and shook my head slightly; before leaning up to the wall of the building that i stood in front of.

“what did you just call me?” i replied, it wasn’t till seconds afterwards i sounded irritated by his name for me.

“oh fuck,, oh uh sorry! i didn’t mean to—“ my laugh cut off his attempt to apologize, his face turned red, which caused me to erupt into another chuckle.

“you’re cute kid” i smiled before reaching behind me and scratching the back of my head.

“uh, thanks” he responded managing a smile and chuckling himself. “can i ask you something?” his voice interrupted the brief silence, i glanced up at him and shrugged. “why do you smoke?”

i stared at him dumbfounded, i used to ponder this question while laying in my dark room; staring up at the faded ceiling. i sat in silence for minutes, my eyes wandering his features as i attempted to remember the reason i began smoking, but i couldn’t.

“i uh, i don’t know,” i finally responded, he slightly cocked his head. bleached bangs falling in front of one of his eyes, although both green eyes stared at me, concealed or not.

“so why do you keep smoking?” he questioned me again, i scratched the back of my neck before readjusting my sunglasses, pushing a curly lock of brunette hair behind my right ear.

“do you always ask so many questions?” i snickered, his face turned a shade of red once more, which turned my snickering into a giggle, i could feel my own cheeks almost getting hot. although i quickly looked down and began examining my vein-y and slender hands.

“shit, sorry” he finally spoke after more minutes of silence. i looked up for a moment, before shoving my hands into my jacket pockets and pulling out my pack of cigarettes. flipping open the top and pulling out a cigarette.

“please don’t”

hey guys! i finally got around to updating again

really hope you like this so far, bc tbh so far i do.

anyway

thanks alot for reading!