The weekend came faster than I had thought.
I arrived at her house around seven o'clock. Her room was awesome; it had band posters and black light posters lit by black lighting on black painted walls. She had a disco ball and a strobe light on the ceiling. We drank some cherry vodka; I never cared for the taste of alcohol but the feeling after I liked.
I liked the girl sitting next to me, and I wanted to remember this night. I was already pretty tipsy and getting kind of sloppy. She slid closer to me as a pearl by Lacrimas Profundre was playing in my ear.
Her bed was however very comfortable. "Hey Drake? Have you ever smoked a cigarette?"
I answered "no but maybe I'll try a puff or two."
"Well if you want to I have one." She lit one up without another word, and took a puff then without asking just habitually handed it my way. I took a hit without even thinking about it. Maybe it was the liquor or maybe I was just experimental and didn't even realize it.
I took another hit, it tasted like shit, but I got a head rush so I kept hitting it. I must have smoked like fifteen cigarettes that night. This was a bad choice because after like a month I was addicted. At this point I was smoking almost a pack a day. At about midnight my dad showed up, I was freaking out because I was still buzzed. Kal knew exactly how to calm me down. She pressed her lips against mine with so much passion. My heart started pounding so fast that my head felt light. I was happy that my first kiss had been with her.
