Smoking Cigarettes

Things were pretty chill. I was resting on my bed talking to Big Dog about how no one at school understands dickheads evil plans when suddenly my cell phone rang.

“Who that be?” I ask myself before looking at the screen. My eyes widened when it read “dickhead”.

I debated on answering it, because one dickhead is annoying and two I really like my ring tone. It’s The Way She Moves by Forever The Sickest Kids. I sighed as it kept ringing and decided to answer it with an annoyed, “Dickhead! It’s eleven at night why are you calling me?”

I heard laughter in the background before a very strange sounding Sin answered, “I just felt like ca-ah!”

“Sin?” This was weird. Did aliens abduct him or something because I can hear weird noises in the background? Oh no, he’s working on his plan isn’t he! He’s in his evil lair where he works everything, that has to be it!

“Hey…I need a ride,” Sin slurred and I knew that my idea about him being in his evil lair was wrong. He was totally abducted by aliens and drugged. They were probably probing him now and injecting him with their sperm so they can make evil, satanic, alien babies! “Do you think you can come get me?”

“Um…I kind of don’t have a license idiot!” I shouted into the phone and I nearly passed out when Sin laughed. Ok, Sin doesn’t laugh. No you don’t understand, Sin does not laugh! He was laughing as in full out laughing and it was kind of scary, but it sounded so beautiful at the same time. Does that make sense?

“Ok…I’ll get someone else to drive me.”

“W-Wait!” I shouted. “Are all the guys drunk?”

“Mm…hold on,” I heard Sin sit the phone down before yelling, “Guys, are you all drunk?”

I heard a series of ‘yeah’ and funny sounding ‘maybes’ so that means yes, all of them are drunk.

“Mm I don’t think so,” Sin mutters into the phone.

“You’re an asshole! I’ll come get you, you little dickhead where are you?”

~

“I can’t believe you’re making me come with you,” Jake growls from beside me in the car.

“You have a license!” I yell angrily in his ear. “I don’t and that dickhead needs a ride because all his buddies are drunk as hell! You should have heard him on the phone.”

Jake laughs, “I love when Sin is wasted.”

“Huh, what, why?”

“Because he’s relaxed and shit, obviously.”

I grumble about how my friends are stupid alcoholics before hopping out of Jake’s car. Jake waited as I walked up to the house, which was really loud. I could hear the disgusting rap music out here and I grimaced before kicking open the door like a ninja. Like a ninja? No, I have to rephrase that. I kicked open the door because I am a ninja!

“Ew,” I whine as I walk past drunken teenagers. “Drunks…Sin! Dickhead, where the hell are y-Ah!”

I screamed and spun around to see the one and only. Sin stood behind me, or should I say leaned on the wall behind me, while holding a beer. I raised an eyebrow when he smiled at me. He was smiling too? Ok, this is too much in one night I’m getting scared.

“You’re drunk.”

“Mm, just a little,” Sin slurred, proving that he was more then just a little drunk. The way he swayed and how his eyes were glazed screamed I’m wasted. It frightened me a bit but I shook my head, I had to get him home!

“Lets get going asshole! I hope you know tomorrow I expect a lot of sucking up,” I growled while dragging the drunk dickhead out of the house.

~

“Bitchy bitch!”

“Shut up.”

“Bitchy bitch is being a bitch.”

“Aiden…”

“Oh the bitch is being a bitchy bitch, bitch!”

I screamed when a fist tried to collide with my face. I whined as Sin glared at me, his fist trembling with anger in the air. My whining soon turned to loud laughter as Sin rubbed his temple and groaned, “You and a hang over shouldn’t be in the same equation.”

“Hey, you were the one that called me!” I yell while pointing an accusing finger at the dickhead.

“I was drunk.”

“And it was scary!” I scream.

Sin flinched at the volume of my voice. Not that I care, he deserves it.

“You were laughing and smiling and…you acted human! Maybe alcohol kills the grim reaper side of you.”

Sin gave me one of those you-really-do-belong-in-a-mental-institution looks. Yeah, I’m good enough to understand the difference between the ways he looks at me. People that is called skills some goddamn freaking skills. You wish you had them! Love me and my amazing ways. Love me!

“Don’t look at me like that,” I pout.

Sin rolls his eyes before asking, “Can you leave now?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to go to jail for homicide?”

I gasp, “So you really are the grim reaper?”

Sin’s head met the table with a loud bang. I scratched at my head as I listened to Sin groan and mumble something. I jumped up on the table and crawled over to him. I’m curious and I want to know what the hell he is mumbling about. I bet it’s about me, wonderful, cute, little old me! He loves me. He knows it.

“What are you doing?” I ask innocently.

Sin looked up and suddenly his face was as red as a tomato. Oh my god, he’s going to puke! I squeaked and quickly backed up, which ended up with me, falling, back hitting ground, and me crying. Not really, but you know I love being dramatic.

I groaned and looked up to see Sin holding a hand over his mouth. I raised an eyebrow and watched as his shoulders shook. Was he…laughing? He’s sober though! Or is he?

“Are you…laughing at me?” I ask.

Sin shook his head but I could see the amusement in his eyes. I jumped back onto the table and took his hands from his face and gasped when I saw the smile he was trying so hard to force away. I blinked quickly and leaned in to exam his lips. Oh yes, they were definitely curved into a smile.

It only took a second for it to disappear completely though. I whined, “What the hell? It was so cute bring it back!”

“No,” Sin scoffs before crossing both arms over his chest to show there was no way in hell he was smiling again. Why not though? It was so cute. I didn’t know Sin was capable of being cute! He needs to lighten up, for real!

Since he wasn’t going to smile again then I guess I’ll bring up this little thought…

“You’re taking me out on a date.”

Sin choked, “What?”

“You. Me. Date. Tomorrow,” I say more clearly.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

I leaned over towards him and grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to stand. Sin stumbled, obviously surprised by how much strength I actually have. I may be small but I have some muscle. I gave him a toothy grin before saying, “I believe you were the one that forced me to pick you up late last night…”

Yes, I purposely forgot to mention Jake. I know, I’m an evil little bitch but hey, that has absolutely no relevance!

“So that means you have to pay me back and the way you will pay me back is a date. After all you’re the reason I’m not with Vince so you have to replace him! Be ready tomorrow sweetie and you better have something besides McDonalds planned or I’ll hump your leg again.”

Lets just say Sin wasn’t a happy camper…but then again, when is he ever happy!?