JackCrutchie Oneshots

Cigars

A/N: Wow! Guess who's back after finishing her first year at college! Finally me!! Also I promise that I don't like cigarettes and just liked the idea for this prompt! Pls don't smoke!!! Also I know this one is a little messy and rushed but it's okay !!! I've been feeling down lately because my online classes have stressed me out but tomorrow's my last day so I'll be better at posting and replying to y'all!!

Crutchie Morris had never even thought to touch a cigar. Racetrack had one placed between his lips one night in the Newsboy Lodge, lighting it happily.

He had gotten his hands on an entire pack of cigars, but wouldn't tell anyone in the group where he had gotten it. (Specs and Buttons had bet their money that he had gone to Brooklyn that day). Racetrack bragged about how they were cut perfectly and better than he could of asked for.

"Ah-" Racetrack giddily grinned, throwing his hands behind his head and leaning back into his bed. "Now I can finally relax."

Romeo pouted his lips slightly, crossing his arms. "I'm not sure that's very-"

"Romeo, I will drop kick you if you give me another speech on my health." Racetrack rolled his eyes, taking a puff of the cigar.

Jack jumped into the conversation quickly, sitting on the bed next to Crutchie. "Isn't it too late to argue?" He joked, wrapping an arm around Crutchie without a thought. However, Crutchie felt his heart immediately start beating faster. His crush on Jack was really getting out of hand. But, no matter what he did, Jack didn't really seem to notice him like that.

"It's never too late to stop killing your self." Romeo huffed, yawning and leaning his head into his palm.

"I'm still willing to drop kick you." Racetrack shrugged, sticking out his tongue. He turned his attention to Jack, pulling out a cigarette and offering it to him. "Want one?"

Jack thought for a moment, moving his arm from Crutchie and taking the cigar from Racetrack. He teasingly placed into between his lips and Crutchie thought he would pass out then and there. "Only if you light it up for me." Jack mumbled around the cigar, winking and laughing softly.

Racetrack laughed along with him and lit his cigar. Jack watched the smoke wisp up from his mouth, nudging Crutchie. "Fun to watch, I think." Jack watched as Specs and Elmer decided to join in, commenting on how Specs look pretty cool.

Crutchie pursed his lips, finding himself leaning closer to Jack. He hated smoke but, because it was Jack sitting right next to him as the culprit to cause the overwhelming smell in the air, he tried not to mind.

"You ever smoke?" Jack asked Crutchie suddenly, causing him to jump.

"Absolutely."

That was a lie. A most definite lie.

"All the time."

Crutchie sounded like he was lying, so that wasn't helping.

"Big chimney up in here-" Crutchie pointed to his chest with a laugh, "you know how it is."

Jack rose an eyebrow, definitely not believing Crutchie for a moment. He had known Crutchie for years. The kid would barely touch broccoli, much less a cigar. "Oh, sure yeah." He laughed, tilting his head as if to ask Crutchie, I was joking, what are you doing?

Crutchie, too pure for this world, ignored the look Jack was giving him. He looked around at the boys, looking for some sort of support. When he didn't receive it, he awkwardly looked back at Jack, forcing a small smile.

"You do?" Racetrack asked, holding the pack out in his direction. "Do ya want one? I don't mind, I can get another pack-"

"From the six-pack boy in Brooklyn-"