The Figment Of You

There he was. Just outside the typical high school party with his back turned away from anyone and everyone. He takes the stick filled with everything to forget to his mouth. Blowing out the small clouds, he closed his eyes welcoming the darkness to embrace him.

There she was. Her hair gracefully dances to the rhythm of the wind as she cuts through the slight breeze. Coming closer to the sound of music, she sees something. More like someone. Something conquered her body at that moment. She lets her curiosity and the figment of the dark angle consume her thoughts as she walks past the party and towards the tall figure.

Coming up next to the guy who seemed to be in his own little world, she taps him.

"Mind if I take a hit?"