Dylan pov
I dropped down my last pack of cigarettes next to my previous pack of empty cigarettes that lay helplessly on the floor mat in my bedroom. I immediately started taking of my shirt which was something i unconsciously do whenever i was too drunk to realise what i was doing or when i had finished smoking the living day lights out of my body or something.
To say i was addicted to smoking and drinking of alcohol would be one way to put it because to me unlike most addicted smokers i felt like i could easily stop when i wanted (lie).
Just as i was about to take my shirt off I turned to the right side of my room to see my best friend Lara Danes glaring straight at me. She's usually so quiet, too quiet that i find it occasionally hard to notice whenever she is around me.
To be honest, the reason i count her as my best friend is because she is actually my only real friend (emphasis on the real). Lara Danes and i had been in the same school since the third grade and i never once noticed her or took acknowledge of her even once. I honestly don't even know how we became as close as friends. Because for starters we never actually had a conversation with each other until later during sixth grade when we were assigned as partners for a group project. She had only talked to me once and that was to get me too shut up because i had tried to wow her with my wonderful jokes.
This was something I had always been known for as a child my ability to make everyone around me laugh. I wasn't exactly born with extreme smartness nor was i born with over extreme good looks or even an athletically built body. The only thing i have is my funny jokes and so far it has helped me pretty well because of it i am well liked in pretty much anywhere I go to.
Sometimes i tend to forget about all the problems I have in my life and live in a world of laughter and jokes. A world were every body is happy and unquestionably naive. A world were nobody knows who i truly am.
This was how I wanted my life to be like. Unfortunately that all changed when i met Lara Danes, this was because out of all the people I had known, she was the only person who was able take one quick look at me see my through my facade.
"You know this stuffs going to kill you one day," lara says immediately jolting me out of my short day dream.
"I know, i promise you that this is would be my the last time, " i respond suddenly not feeling any sort of effect from the drugs i just smoked earlier. "That's what you said the last time i told you that," she replies, completely not believing any of what i had just said earlier." Pfft, what that's totally not true," i lie stupidly. "Is too," she snaps "Is not," i snap back and that is how we go on and on for about 10 minutes till we bought get tired and finally decide to stop.
After that we start talking about weird and abstract things till she starts talking about this guy that she's apparently been in love with for about a year or so his name is Noah Beck. I think he's one of these famous tiktok boys or whatever app he uses, i don't really care i am not really a fan of social media and all that stuff. Because for all i care, you could be falling in love with a popular social media idol just to meet with the guy and find out he's some wierd old grandma or grandpa looking for late-night hookups and trust me on this, stuff like that actually happens.
After ranting on and on about how wonderful Noah Beck is she starts becoming quiet. It's not like she is usually very loud and all, she's just really different around me, almost like she's waiting to see me so that she can tell me all the things that she has been wanting to say for a very long time and believe me that girl wants to say a lot of things.
I think this is because she doesn't have any other friends apart from me. Her parents believe that having friends before college pose as a distraction and ruin the chances of getting into a very good college.
I, on the other hand, am an exception because her mom and my mom are very close friends that and the fact that my mom believes that Lara could be a good influence on me.
"Dyl this is serious," Lara says, again breaking me out of my thoughts. "What if you actually get really sick or even..." from the tone she uses and from the fact that she called me Dyl which is something she only calls me when she is really serious about something, so i can already tell that she's not joking around.
I suddenly start feeling weary, i hate when she's like this because she is only like this before she is about to start crying. Don't get me wrong i am not a big softy or anything, i am very far away from that. I guess i just have a soft spot for people crying in front of me. I feel it has something to do with my mom because when my dad passed away she became a complete wreck and couldn't stop crying every single time. I guess i kind of felt sad due to the fact that i wasn't able to do anything much to help her or make her feel any much better.
I took two steps towards Lara placed my hands on her shoulders in an attempt to reassure her and stared right into her eyes well more like her forehead though. With the amount of drugs i had just taken right now, I was finding it really hard to even open my eyes properly.
Before i was about to speak my brain just stopped, almost like i just kind of ran out of words and rather found myself doing nothing but staring at her. I find myself being drawn to her face taking in every detail bit by bit, from the way her eyes look as if she's always in doubt about something to her soft well-rounded nose and to the cute freckles around. In my description Lara is like one of the prettiest girl i have ever known.
My gaze finally falls to her lips before i know i feel myself inching closer and closer till...
All of a sudden, my legs suddenly feel really weak and from there i feel myself falling head first into a very flustered Lara.
From there my world goes blank.
Author : ok guys, i will see you later by hopefully next week Saturday. I am kind of a slow writer
Hope you guys enjoyed it.😋
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