Thank you so much everyone who reviewed or alerted my stories, I'm thrilled that there seem to be a lot of people out there sharing my favorite obsession ;) All belongs to Richard, I'm just having fun corrupting the alien prince muahahah
Red & Blue
Columbia was rebuttoning her blouse, running her hands through her short red hair to smooth it back down and leaned her head against the car door. The windows were fogged up, the interior only dimly lit from the blue glow of the radio which filled the car with low music, current hits like 'bad company' by the band of the same name. She looked at the man next to her, sprawled across the back seat with his eyes half closed, like a giant, relaxed cat, his locks even wilder and more disheveled that usually. "You mind if I smoke?" He eyed her for a moment, then smiled lazily…"Go ahead baby" She fished for her jacket in the leg area, found her cigarettes and lit one silently. Nicotine was flooding her system, cooling her overheated blood and made her heartbeat return back to normal. She closed her eyes and took another deep drag, filling her lungs and letting the smoke waft out of her mouth slowly… heaven…
He stared intently at her now, captivated, following the ringlets of blue fume leaving her lips. "What is that like?" She blinked, surprised at his question. He asked her all kinds of strange things, often about life in their small town and the people in it, which was understandable since he told her he just recently relocated here. But sometimes he asked her about everyday stuff, normal stuff which made Columbia suspect that he must have grown up terribly sheltered or secluded or both. What man in his late twenties hadn't smoked a cigarette before? Nearly all guys she knew were smokers… but then, Frankie wasn't like all guys. He was special, so very special and so very different from everyone she ever met before. She smiled at him… "Wanna try?" He nodded and she handed her half smoked cigarette over to him. He eagerly took a deep drag and immediately started coughing violently, his eyes watering. She laughed at him then, as that was the answer to her wordless question… no, he never smoked before. She wanted to take back her cigarette then, but his face took that determined expression she learned to know so well. He tried again, this time more careful and let blue smoke slowly leave through his lips. Now it was her turn to stare at him, his utterly relaxed form half sitting, half lying in front of her, his eyes closed and his face glowing reddish whenever he gracefully took a drag, the glow of the cigarette illuminating his delicately chiseled features.… he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Columbia had to swallow a lump away that suddenly formed in her throat. Oh yes, he was different… this was different. With a crushing clearity, she realized that for the first time in her life, she was falling in love.
Don't smoke kids... it's only cool if fictional characters do it!