We Steal Cigarettes Instead

So, basically, it's just what the short description said.

Don't Read If:

-You are homophobic
-You don't like Waycest. I don't care anyways.
-You don't like Self harm. Once again, at your will, read it.
-You don't like swearing, abuse, blah, blah, etc. etc.

I really, really, really like comments. <3 They're the best.

Excerpt from the story:

“Gee?” Mikey asked, pulling his knees up to his chin, and wrapping his arms around them.

“What?”

“D-do you ever m-miss home?” He whimpered, shivering. I sighed, looking at him.

“Every damn day. Now drop it.” I said sternly. He sighed, and did as told, pulling out his own cigarettes. The sad fact was, half the time, when we were stealing, we were stealing cigarettes instead of food, and water. I guess when you’re addicted, you’re desperate. Plus, it gave you a little more warmth than food ever would.

Without any further words, I will let you read. But so long as you don't forget to comment. =)

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Which means technically, you steal, I'll sue your ass. ;D