trouble

Chapter 8

Travis was having his eleventh cigarette for today.
I watched as he pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his pockets before lighting the tip up.
I cringed as he took a sharp intake of the smoke, letting out a gust of gray air.
"Don't you think you've had more than enough for today?" I asked, crossing my arms, as sat at the park bench later that afternoon.
Travis gave me a mere shrug, before slumping down in his seat.
"You can never have enough of these babies." he muttered, before exhaling.
The smell of smoke reached my nose, as I scrunched it up with disgust.
"I hope you know that stuff can kill you one day, you know?" I pointed out.
I considered Travis a friend by now, and I didn't want to see one of my friends die at a young age because of something like lung cancer from smoking a pack of cigarettes a day.
"Who cares?" Travis shrugged. "We all die eventually."
I glared at Travis, before crossing my arms.
God, he was so stubborn.
"You're a really negative person." I blandly said. "I guess it suits you, though."
Travis smirked, throwing his head back in laughter. "Riley, shouldn't you know by now that everything suits me?"
I rolled my eyes, as I pushed him in the shoulder.
He barely budged from his position, as he smirked down at me.
"You have such an ego in that empty head of yours." I teased, sticking my tongue out at him.
Travis chuckled, as he tossed his finished cigarette onto the concrete.
I watched with wide eyes as he reached over in his pocket to take out yet another damned cigarette.
Quickly, I clamped my hand over his, snatching the pack away from his fingertips.
"Hey!" he snapped, trying to take back what was his.
I stuffed the pack of cigarettes in my pocket, as I guarded them protectively.
"I'm trying to help you here, Travis." I said sternly. "I think you've had your fair share of cigarettes today."
Travis' features suddenly weren't so playful anymore.
He had a look of irritation written across his face, as he reached over my body to try to get into the pocket of my hoodie.
My eyes widened, as I pushed him off. "What are you doing?!" I snapped.
Travis gave me a bland look. "I'm trying to take back my stuff."
I groaned, shooting him a look. "No, Travis! You aren't getting these back!"
Travis raised an eyebrow, as a smirk appeared across his lips. "Is that a challenge?"
My eyes suddenly went broad, as Travis laced his arms around me to try to get the cigarettes.
I cursed under my breath when he found out that I was tickilish.
"Travis!" I hissed, while holding my a laugh from where he was tickling my sides. "Stop it, you idiot!"
"Give it!" Travis warned.
"No!"
The pain of being tickled was unbearable.
I didn't even realize how close the two of us had gotten.
He was literally hovering over me, chest pressed against mine.
My mouth went dry, as I felt Travis' hand sneak inside my pocket.
Quickly, I got the pack of cigarettes before he did, and stuffed them down my top, right where my chest was.
Travis' eyes went wide, realizing that he lost.
"Now, get off of me." I gave him a push.

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trouble Chapter 8 Travis was having his eleventh cigarette for

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DⒶYϟ ◊F DIϟⒶϟTE®* · 1 decade ago
that's what I do when I have something someone wants that I don't want them to have
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MyWittyProfile · 1 decade ago
omfg
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greyskies · 1 decade ago
ah le classic shove-something-down-your-bra-because-guys-are-too-scared-of-boobs-to-try-and-get-it manoeuvre. i love it.
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