Under the Road

I'm finally out of High School, but I still don't have a clue on what's next. I know I should get a job and begin to support myself, but my mind hasn't become to thought of it by itself quite yet.
It's passed noon on a hot summer day, me and my friends have been doing the same thing for a few months now since we've graduated. Going under the road into the storm drains, smoking a pack, and try to think of what to do next. It's the only time we could have time to ourself and contemplate about what we've done so far and past memorable memories.
We'd have our backs bent in order to get through the tight parts of the tunnel to make it through the middle. When we finally reached it, we stretch for a bit and take a seat. Surrounded by our past cigarette butts and used syringes that leaks drops of blood. They're probably from the night people that come to lay low, or something like that. We sit for a bit, listening to the cars driving on the hot pavement echoing above us.
I finally pulled out the box of cigarettes out from my pocket. Today it was just me and Matt, but we couldn't miss this opportunity of returning to bliss. I light mine, then Matt's, inhaling all the nicotine we could to return to nirvana. To us, we've never left. We wanted this summer to last forever, now finally realizing that this moment could be our last, before we start our lives. I grab my phone and begin to play Miss Misery from whatever data I had. There wasn't much talking going on, just taking in the scenery as I lay my head against the concrete walls.
After finally finishing our smoke, we begin to walk out of the tunnels. As we came out, the sun looked brighter, felt hotter. Me and Matt both knew that this is where our adolescence ends, and our life begins.