AN: First, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed my other story! Secondly, I'd like to point out that I wrote this during my writing class, and when I read it no one got it except my yaoi-loving friend who immediantly started laughing loudly. A couple of other people got it after she started laughing, but the teacher and the rest of the class just stared at us like we were crazy.
You always stumbled in, hair fluttering around your head, cigarette dangling haphazardly from your lips. The smell of nicotine burned my nose, but I would smirk and make some sarcastic remark by way of greeting. We could go on for hours, insulting each other back and forth in a never ending stream of so-called wit. You'd end it by pulling something out of your pocket to fidget with. A worn Gameboy or another cigarette or your cellphone. You'd smirk at me before taking another drag on your cigarette and shuffling off to God-knows-where. Probably to steal chocolate or challenge someone to some new game of yours. Not really a challenge since you always won, but still...you always stumbled in.