"This is your ride?" I ask looking at the black Harvey Davidson standing in front of me.
"Yes have you got a problem with Hailey?" He asks pissed
"No, she just looks very dangerous" I point out
"Well she isn't now get on I don't have time for this"
"You said you had a car, not a motorcycle" I argue.
"Now I never said such a thing"
"You said you had a ride! Not a piece of metal with two wheels on the front and back" I defend
"By ride, I mean a vehicle of transportation," he says waving around his arms to make his point.
"You could have been more specific," I tell him
"You could be less of a drama queen and get on the damn bike," he says
"I need a cigarette" I state feeling the need of it coming to me.
"You smoke?" He asks
"Hell yes, I do my life is a mess and a single cigarette can make the difference" I admit.
"You smoke which ruins your lungs and increases the risk for cancer but you won't go on the fucking bike?" He asks annoyed.
"A cigarette and dying on the road are two very different things" I defend.
"Both of them could kill you," he says.
"See you admit that the motorcycle can kill you," I say
"Yes but it is less likely to than a cigarette"
"You know what pass me one cigarette while you're at it" I smile at him and take out the packet from my bag. I take two out and hand one to him.
"Lighter?" I ask having forgotten mine at home.
"Coming right up" he fiddles around with his pocket and finally pulls out a lighter. He takes his cigarette from my hand and lights it up. He lights mine and puts his cigarette in his mouth.
"Much better," he says
"I agree"
The cigarette was a way for me to forget. It was this moment of pleasure that I was aching for. The pleasure was the thing I sought most. There wasn't much fun in my life and the cigarette made it better. One puff and my issues would go away, at least that's the way I thought about it. I smoked for the first time at 13. My best friend at the time handed me a cigarette and pressured me into trying. I couldn't stop after that. My parents had no idea that I smoked and they still don't. There was a reason behind me not telling them. My grandfather had smoked his entire life, he got lung cancer from all the smoking and ended up hiding it from us. All my life my family told me not to smoke and explained all the bad things about it. I didn't listen. I never listen.
"You ready to go on Hailey my motorcycle who's feelings you hurt today?" he asks throwing the cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.
"Hell yes"
I grab the helmet Bruce has in his hand and put it on my head.
Like I said, a cigarette can make me do anything.
IMPORTANT!!!! (Authors note)
I have never smoked a cigarette and I don't encourage it in any way. When I'm describing Ivy smoking I'm imagining what she thinks it feels like. Smoking does not solve any issues it just causes them. Don't believe that smoking a cigarette will be like I describe it.
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