Don't make me cry

Warm Spring Nights

The flame appears click after click as I repeatedly fundle with the lighter from my favourite mini-mart near my house. Clearly labelled as "Fuck it before it fucks you". "Hey Pearl your cone". My bestfriend June tells me. My hands take the can from her open hand. Unfortuneately we do not have a bong so this is the best we can do. The substance entires my lungs, each time I inhale. The more my body relaxes into outside lounger. Damn I miss my bong at home.

I wish I could say that smoking isn't something I do on a regular basis but it really is. My mind stops buzzing for while, my body isn't tense and my muscles relax. It's sad of course. "Okay done your turn" I say as I finish my piece. Everything feels chill. Even as I stare at June, I know she's feeling exactly how I am. My knees draw to my chest, head heavy with a light mind. The breeze passes by caressing my fair skin. "It's always so calming out here, this spot easily beats my window at home".

"I know see I keep telling-". Something loud crashes behind us inside. My eyes dart to June's whose go wide. "Shit my Mum is home". She immediately gets up and starts sprinting to the big glass door seperating us from inside. I pack up our sesh equipment and follow her warily.

"Y-You kids are just awful, look at this mess-s-s". June's eyes glance to the remaindings of an empty pizza box. Then immediately responds

"Mama, I'm very sorry we were about to clean that up" Mrs Matthews kitchen is always spotless and to be honest the entire house is. Not a single item is out of place. My entire body freezes as a horrible feeling sinks into my gut. June always cleans up after herself and I follow suit. Actually there still was pizza in that box.

Mrs Matthews a well polished women with pristine, black clothing. Blonde bob that fits the classy state as well as her starkly blue eyes easily resembelling her daughter. Holds an angered look upon her middle-aged face. She reaches for June's arm and tightens her grip. "Y-you young lady now need to plac-ce it in the gar-rbarge".

"I'm so sorry I won't do it again". It's unfortunate how such a classed woman can have such a heavy addiction to alcohol. She must have gotten home not long ago and has downed an entire bottle of wine while we were outside. It's always been this way growing up with June. No matter what she says she will change but it never has actually happened.

"Hands off Claire". A deep voice appears out from the hallway. In walks the nuisance himself. Xander Matthews. Tall with a bulky lean build adopting his work clothes, a sharp jawline elegating his slightly sun-kissed skin. His blond hair falls upon his forehead with his eyes a light blue which matches the hue of his Mother's. June's elder brother by 5 years. He crosses his arms and leans against the doorway. She releases her daughter's arm, now sporting a red tint and turns towards the devil himself.

"This-s has nothing-g to do with you Alexander; l-leave".

"Oh you see that box was my doing not theirs". He pitches raising an eyebrow. She turns around to face us again with the same look. "Come I'm taking you to bed". Gingerly he grabs her shoulders and rotates her to walk with him down the hallway to her bedroom. June and myself exhale deeply.

"I can't even think how long I was holding that breath in for" she squeaks. June has always had problems with her Mother, it had gotten worse as we got older. Mrs Matthews would always try to degrade her. When she tarted growing into her more feminine body, her Mother would slut shame her and tell her to cover up. But as June got older she started to rebel. By changing into different outfits after she left the house, got addicted to smoking, started failing in school to spite her own Mother. That kind of thing.

"It's never your fault June, she gets herself into these situations".

"I know but I still feel responsible even though I'm not".

My eyes dart around the white interior of the household. "Why don't we go watch a horror film in your room?" I suggest. "We can go indulge ourselves in the snacks I brought".

June's eyes meet mine. "That sounds like the best idea"

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The film we ended up choosing was Insidious. A classic that everyone loves. As the movie comes to an end, I turn my head to see June completely knocked out. The bag of chips are still within her grip.

I clean the remainding leftovers from our snack fest. Removing the bag of chips carefully from her grip. She suddenly tightens her grip. "June let go silly" Her eyes slowly open and she releases them to turn over to the opposite side of the bed.

Exhaling I gather what I've cleaned and head downstairs. Finding a clip for the chips in the draw. Why is there so many utensils. Not this draw. I continue to the next and Ah ha! Bingo!

Then the hit of tobacco and cologne drift its way to my senses as a hand swiftly passes my middle back. My head jolts to the culprit. "What the hell are you doing Xander" Redness creeps into my cheeks.

He's wearing a tight, fitted, black singlet top that shows off his abs and showcases his biceps. One of his biceps is inked with an image of Michelangelo. And I just know if he turns around his sculpted back will show me his angel wings that spread down his body with a sword strapped in between both of them. "What? I didn't do anything. I'm getting a drink of water." He replies as he reaches for the spout in the sink. Turning to wards me, he still instigates the conversation. "Is it okay to get a drink of water inside my own house?"

I cannot believe this guy seriously.. "Yes it's okay you stupid idiot. What type of question is that?" My faces scrunches. He laughs.

Moving he leans himself against the counter and takes gulps of his glass of water. His adam's apple bulges against his throat. Shaking my head I return the chips into the cupboard. "Hey wait Pearly". I turn my head in his direction. "I want to show you something".

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"Oh my god you have the new Spider-man figurine?" My eyes widen at the most beautiful figurine of Tom Holland. "It's sold out everywhere, how did you get it?" I question him.

He looks at me with his hazy blue eyes as I crouch on his bedroom floor staring through the glass cabinet. Xander may be insufferable but he has always had the biggest and coolest marvel figurine collection. "I have my ways". He moves to sit on his bed. "Okay get the fuck out now. You are actively stinking up my room".

Okay what the fuck mate. I roll my eyes and get up off his floor. "I was leaving anyways". I'm out the door now but he stops me.

"Oh wait. I forgot to mention. Nice shirt Pearly".
What the. I ignore him. And head to the bathroom to wash my face.

Splashing water onto my face. I shake my head at how annoyed he makes me. And I need to sleep. The lack of energy appears under my brown eyes formed as bags. And my long brown hair needs a brush badly. Although now that I notice it. My nipples are peaking through the thin fabric of my singlet top.

I need a fucking smoke..

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Hey guys! This is my first story so I hope it's okay for the first chapter! I hope you guys can support me on my journey! Peace & Love 💗