Smoke - Murphamy AU -

"You know that's not good for you right?"The taller male comments, standing in front of the frail boy who had a cancer stick in between his small lips. John takes it out, blowing out smoke and leaning against the building.
"What do you want Blake?"John asks with a hint of sarcasm coming from his throat. Bellamy stood there, astonished as to why this boy did not show one bit of interest. Murphy lifts his head to meet the Blake's eyes.
"I can't talk to you?"He replies. John looks up and laughs sarcastically. He shakes his head and throws the bud on the ground, stepping on it and walking back slowly. He turns to face the freckle faced boy.
"According to your group, no you can't."