Im...Im sorry...I-I...Im just sorry...
Edward peered around the room. No one was here. No on could watch. Good...
Ed walked to the window of the room and sat down next to it. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small box of...
Cigarettes.
He opened up the box and pulled one out. Pulling a lighter out of his pocket, he stuck the end of the ciggerete in his mouth, and lit the other end.
He pulled a long breath before breathing out a puff of thick gray smoke. It was a bad habit, he had to admit. But he didn't do it constantly. Just one everytime he was stressed.
Lately,
He was stressed a lot.
Three a day. He had cut himself to that much. He had tried to break the habit, but it was hard.
So addictive...So sweet. How with every breath he seemed to inhale medicine, and then exhale his troubles in a ugly gray smoke.
No one knew. Ed thought this was a good thing. All they would do his hassle him to stop. No one bothers with Havoc anymore, but a 15 year old? They would be on his ass before you could say 'go'.
The cigarettes did have a strong smell. So he hid the smell with a body splash. Sure, he would smell like Sweet Pea or Cucumber Melon or whatever, but at least he wouldn't smell like smoke. He only hid the scent from others anyway...
Ed was thinking about this when he heard a click at the door. He quickly pulled the cigg out of his mouth and threw it out the window. The door opened and revealed Havoc.
Havoc smiled and walked into the room. He walked across to Edward, with his mouth open to speak, before he pulled a face. He looked like he was confused. He suddenly smelled the air.
Shit...
He turned his head towards Ed after swiveling it around the room, smelling the air. He gave him a hard look. Ed suddenly felt like shrinking...he dismissed that thought. It would make it him short...er...!
"Why do I smell smoke, Edward?" Havoc seemed to sing this in a soft voice. God, how Ed hated that voice. It sounded like someone scolding a child.
Which...
He was.
"I dunno.." Edward turned his head away from Havoc, avoiding accusing eyes.
Havoc stared at Ed.
Ed pretended not to notice.
Then he jumped at him.
Havoc pinned Ed to the ground. His body weight alone kept him down. " H-hey!" He managed to choke out. He felt Havoc digging in his pockets.
'Wrong one'Ed thought for a second before Havoc growled and pulled his hand out his pocket. To his dismay, he checked the other, instantly finding a ciggerete box and a lighter.
"What the hell, Edward!" Ed didn't know why he of all people sounded mad. He did it too..
"What do you mean 'what the hell?"
"Why do you have ciggs in your pocket?" Havoc lowered his voice.
"I'm...holding them...for a friend..."
Damn, that sounded cheap ass...
"Yeah, and I'm Hitler!" Havoc growled at Ed. " I know the smell of smoke, Ed. Why?"
What kind of question is that! "Why? Why!" Edward was furious. Then a thought popped into his head.
Why?
Why had he done it? It wasn't really for stress, no. It actually added on to the stress. Every hour of the day, he wanted nothing more but to sit down and smoke a couple...Was this true addiction?
Edward was suddenly very scared. He hadn't know why he was doing it, but now he did.
There was no reason.
Which means, unlike his plans to stop when he felt the stress lift, he wouldn't stop until he was damn well ready.
Which would be never.
Havoc was staring at Ed the entire time. When Ed looked into his eyes, he seemed to already know why. He slid over to Ed and sat next to him, still holding the ciggerte and lighter. " Edward" He sighed " I know you don't really want to smoke all your life." He looked at him with soft eyes. " So why did you start in the first place. If you want to stop, that's where we'll begin."
Ed stared back at Havoc. So, he wanted to help? Not scold him like a child. Just...help? Ed thought this very starnge and comforting.
" Why did I start?" Edward thought for a second. " In the beginning... I thought it was for stress...now I'm not sure..." He let his chin drop to his chest, is bangs folding over his face.
"Well, that's not a reason. Is there anything else?" Havoc questioned. He seemed to be getting somewhere, so Edward just shook his head. "
"Well then this is simple. I'll just take this pack, and you don't buy anymore." He said it like it was so simple!
"Is it that easy?" Edward thought there might be more to his solution.
"Well..." Havoc sighed. " It will be harder than it seems. The more you don't smoke, the more irritable you might get. Just keep in mind to keep your temper in check. Within 16 days, you'll be fine."
"16 days? That's it?" Ed had thought it would be longer than that. Just 16 days?
"It takes at least 16 days to break any habit. Weather it be smoking or drawing."
Ed was confused. " What does drawing have to do with anything?"
"Drawing can be addictive. It can sometimes get you in trouble. Say, without knowing it, you start drawing you thoughts. Or you draw in a class. It may be a good habit, if your good at it, but it's bad if you forget the correct place to do it." Havoc smiled, clearly remembering something. " I remember when a girl in my class constantly drew cats."
"Cats?" Ed looked at Havoc like he was nuts.
"Yes, cats. Now mind you, she was good at it. They looked real. But she did it all the time. It got her trouble. Her teacher had just told her off for drawing. She started drawing her thoughts. Apparently, she had thoughts about little stick figures stabbing her teacher with arrows and throwing paper cups at her."
"... Paper...cups?"
"She had a wild imagination." Havoc said with a chuckle. "Point is, we have a agreement, right?"
"Yes...sir..." Edward agreed. " But...Havoc?"
"What?"
"I never expected you to be the one to catch me. Lead alone, convince me to try to stop." Edward was interested in just how he had caught him and why he had stopped him.
"First of all, I started smoking at your age. I got into it much to fast and I never stopped."
"And second?"
"..."
" Sir?"
"I caught you because this is where I come to smoke..."
Hawkpath: WELL THEN...This just came to my head...Hehe...
Ed: This really isn't funny...
Hawkpath: It's not supose to be, shorty.
Ed: WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORTY, SHORTY?
Hawkpath: At least I'm taller than you. And I'm younger than you too...
Ed: Prove it!
Hawkpath: Im 13. Your like...what? 15? 16?
Ed: e.o
Hawkpath: Thats what I thought...
Rex: Hi Hawky!
Hawkpath: REX! WRONG FIC! WRONG FIC! GO BACK GR WILL YA?
Rex: What? Im not allowed to show up here?
Hawkpath: NO. Its a FMA fic. Not a GR fic!
Rex: No one gives a crap!
Ed: Ummm...
Hawkpath: JUST GET THE HELL OUT!
Rex: Make me...
Hawkpath: I WILL! * Magicaly teleports Rex to the other side of the room*
Rex: Im still here!
Hawkpath: SHUT UP! JUST...Just SHUT UP!
Ed: Can I say something?
Hawkpath: Yeah, sure, Ed.
Rex; YOU LIKE HIM MORE THAN ME!
Hawkpath: I wont deny it... FMA is more of my interest now...you should have had new episdoes sooner...
Rex: BUT FMA HAS BEEN OVER AND DONE WITH FOR YEARS!
Ed: So?
Rex: SHUT IT, YOU MIDGET!
Ed: AND HOW OLD ARE YOU SIR?
Rex: 15!
Ed: FUCK YOU!