Pov.... Travis Phelps.
Travis begins to swing.
Larry smokes. The smoke flows around in the night sky.
"Can you stop?" I ask.
"Stop what?" Larry asks.
"Smoking. I'd rather not breathe that in." I say.
"Then move to the other swingset." Larry says.
"Just stop smoking! It's annoying."
"No."
"You're so annoying, Johnson."
"Whatever you say." Larry says as he takes another puff.
Travis rolls his eyes as he continues to swing.
I forgot to publish this chapter (@_@)
I made it like a month ago..