cigarette smoke! | mike wheeler

the basement

CHAPTER FIVE!
underaged drinking will be mentioned!

"we've been here for literally ever mike, i wanna go home." daisy signs. "or we could go to my house" mike says. daisy stops in her tracks. "no, no no nope, i know what games you play wheeler" she says walking faster, but thanks to mikes tall height he could easily catch up.

"games? oh so i play games now?" he asks. "you are addicting, and i'm not gonna become addicted" she says leaving the mall.

"addicting, i'm addicting. i've have to say miss woods im very flattered but there's no catch just us friends." he says stopping at her car.

"friends?" daisy thought. "oh my god mike might kinda be my friend, just 2 days ago i despised him."

"fine, fine fine find" she shakes her head. "ha ha" he laughs walking over to the passenger seat. "where's your car?" daisy asks.

"don't have one, so i walked here" he says slamming his door. "walked?! thats a long walk." daisy says starting her car up.

"do you mind?" mike asks putting a cigarette in his mouth. "yeah, yeah i do kind you know i don't like the smell of that shit" daisy says starting the car.

mike just stares at her, hoping she'll say yes. "okay, fine, but roll your window down" she says rolling her eyes.

daisy thought she was gonna die during the ride to mikes house. the windows down helped some, but then being in the same car didn't help really at all.

"where's your parents?" daisy asks as the two walk in. "probably high somewhere" mike says grabbing food from the cupboard. "and holly?" she says.

"damn girl you ask lot of questions," he pauses "babysitter"

he leads them to the basement. "is this your room?" daisy asks. "eh more like my second room, i sleep upstairs but down most of my time down here" mike says plopping down on the couch with his bag of chips.

"cool so, is there anything you wanna do then?" daisy asks. "well i usually drink,smoke and get high but i take it you aren't the type so let's just get to know eachother" mike says turning towards the girl.

"okay let's ask eachother questions" she says also turning facing his way.

"what is your middle name?" mike asks. "denise" she says proudly, as that he her moms name and she is proud of carrying it on.

mike nods his head. "in one day how much alcohol do you think you drink?" she asks.

mike sighs "honesty i have know idea, too much" he slightly laughs. "what about you?" he asks.

"well, i've actually never had alcohol before" daisy says quietly almost hoping he didn't hear her clearly.

"no fucking way, there is no way you are allowed in this out if there isn't a drop in your system" mike says standing up.

he lifts the blanket up on a fort he had built and brings out two beers.

"uh, no no i'm good" daisy says. "yes, yes you are" mike says shoving the bottle into her hand.