I crept into the room quietly, I spotted my PSP, on Richard's desk. I grinned evilly to myself and snatched it up off the desk. I glanced down to see a pack of what looked to be cigarettes. Blinking down at it and picking up the small white package. I flipped open the lid and peered inside, the strong smell of tobacco wafted up through my nose. Pinching fingers together I reached inside and pulled two out. One for me and one for Mello, my best friend. I shoved them in my jean pocket and glanced around for a lighter of some sort. Spotting a green lighter underneath a text book, I snatched it up and with my new found things, plus my stolen-back PSP, I dashed out of the room.
Stomping up the stairs I kicked open the door leading to the bedroom Mello and I shared. Mello lay sprawled across the bed. Headphones perched on his blond head blaring loud music, that even I could hear faintly from across the room. I placed my PSP on my pillow and jumped on Mello's bed, blue eyes opened wide and glared at me.
"What?" He growled, taking his headphones off and switching his music on pause.
"Lookee!" I cried, dangling the cigarettes in front of his face.
Mello's face twisted in disgust, "Ew." He grumbled, sitting up and brushing strands of blond hair out of his face.
"Wanna try them out with me!?" I asked gleefully.
"Fuck no."
I frowned, "Fine," I said, getting up and walking to the door, "I'll try them by myself."
"OK, have fun." He mumbled, turning back to his music, and glaring out the window at Near sitting in a sandbox, quietly zooming a toy car around the dirt.
"Yeah, you have fun obsessing over Neaarr." I taunted, and sprinted out of the room, only to hear angered yells, cursing obscenities at me.
I ran all the way outside and turned a corner where I was sure no one could see me. Then, I pulled the thin white stick out of my pocket. I smoothed out the wrinkles and carefully placed the filtered part between my lips. I lifted the lighter to the end and flicked it on, brushing the flame against the cigarette. The paper caught fire and I sucked at the air, the smoke heavily filling my mouth and burning down my throat. I plucked it out from my lips, and coughed and spit until I was ready for another try. This one went much smoother and I breathed the smoke out in a puff of gray is curled up and faded off.
I grinned, this was so fun, and it tasted strange, yet wonderful too.
I finished off the first cigarette a strange feeling in my stomach. I felt slightly queasy, but I wanted to try the other one. I repeated my last actions except a bit more quicker, I was getting the hang of it now. I wrapped up the second stick of wonder even faster. These things were amazing, I ran out from my hiding place to tell Mello, and dizziness washed over me. I laid there, dazed.
"Whoaa!!" I started laughing, "That was crazy." I got up I still felt light-headed but continued to walk.
I stumbled a few times, but I gained my legs back and ran to my room, but instead, I walked back into Richard's room, grabbed the whole pack off his desk and ran off, I jumped up in the air, better than any ballerina I've seen on television and kissed the box.
"Where have you been all my life?!" I twirled and twirled until I fell down. Laying on the ground, and gazing up at the roof, it spun and spun. I got up off the floor and ran outside.
After smoking the rest of the pack, I fell asleep in the grass, clutching my lighter.