He took a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs. Tipping his head back, he breathed out. It felt good. It felt fucking good. He closed his eyes while taking another drag. Damn, he thought, this is fucking great. Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes. There she was, in her pink knee-length dress, with her perfectly white socks and brown penny loafers. Her bangs swept to the side, with her soft, chocolate hair in loose curls. He felt his heart start breathing faster. Realizing the small girl was walking towards him with a whiny look on her face, he let out a chuckle and smiled at her.
"Hey Rach," He said, once the girl came closer.
"Finn," She wined, "Must you really do that?," She asked, eyes glancing to the joint in his large, calloused hand.
He smiled his dimpled smile, taking another drag then letting it out.
"Yes, I must," He winked at her.
Rolling her eyes, she continued by saying, "...And, that beanie makes you look more like a stereotypical junkie then you already do."
"Thanks Rach, always just what to say to boost my confidence," He mumbled, taking another drag.
"...And so what? I like the beanie. You already said yourself you didn't care that I look like this as long as I was happy." He continued, letting out the smoke and standing up, turning away from the small brunette.
"Finn," She said, looking at him sympathetically. "...I-I didn't mean to say that." She continued, walking down the tall teen.
"But you did. And you always mean what you say, you're Rachel Berry." He spat at her, throwing his joint on the ground and walking towards his truck.
"Finn!" She said, jogging towards him. She grabbed his bicep, trying to get him to stop.
He stopped, and turned around to face her. His eyes were glassed over, but she wasn't sure if that was from the drugs or from tears. He looked hurt. Realizing she did that to him, she felt her own tears come on. She never was one to hold in her emotions.
"What Rachel?" He mumbled, looking at her eyes quickly, then glancing down.
"I-I.. I just, you know I hate you do this to yourself. And sometimes I just.. I get so upset because you had so many dreams, and.. and know you don't care. I understand you're hurt but, Finn, this isn't a-a healthy way to deal with it," She said, two tears sliding down her face.
He looked up slightly, taking her eyes. He knew she hurt too. They'd been through hell, fucking hell. Drugs made him feel good, but so did Rachel. She made him happy. She made him feel real. She was the reason he was still here.
"..You're my best friend, Finn. I can't loose you too." She said, as her body shook with sobs.
He latched his arms around her body, holding her tightly. Tears spilling from his whiskey eyes to the small brunette's head.
"You won't, Rach. I-I.. I promise." He whispered, kissing her head, pulling her closer.
"Please keep this promise, Finn... please." She choked into his chest.
"I will, baby. I will." He said, hoping, and praying he won't break this promise.
- So, what do you guys think? Horrible, okay, good, excellent? Short, I know. But.. PLEASE give me feedback. I really like the idea I have for this one. :)
