smoke // clifford

// twelve //

once i saw what was happening, i ran up to the two and snatched the bag of powder out of her hands. 

"what the hell is this?" i asked very loud. "are you joking right now? cocaine, really miranda?" i just kept throwing questions at her. she seemed to be taken back and frightened by my voice volume. the drug dealer had already left so i coulnd't beat the shit out of whoever was selling her this stuff. 

"i just wanted to try it. c'mon don't act like you haven't done this before!" she responded.

"because i never ever have! i'm not letting you use this shit, miranda. it's not going to do you any good." i yelled and grabbed the bag out of her hands and put it in my back pocket. i wasn't going to let her use this shit and ruin her life. i'm sure hanging out with me has done enough. 

"why do you care? huh? why do you care so much if i use this stuff or not?" she asked stepping closer. miranda had seemed very angry at me for taking her drugs and yelling at her. 

i ran my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh. "because i'm worried for you, okay? i don't want you doing stupid stuff and getting yourself into things you shouldn't be in." miranda looked at me and stepped closer, giving me a hug. 

"don't worry so much. i'm fine."

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i know this is really bad i know! i'm sorry i just haven't updated in like two weeks. i'm sorry just have really bad writers block! xx