We

"Do You Smoke?" he asked. The first thing he ever asked me. He wasn't a stranger, but he wasn't a friend. Just a face I saw once in awhile passing through my life.1

He sat next to me on the ground. It felt weird for the two of us to be together, like peanut butter and tomatoes. This has to of been the closest the two of us had ever been.2

"Yes," I answered, "sometimes."3

I knew I could of said more. Told him tales of bubbles or when I ended up with nasty poison ivy. But, I kept my lips shut, figuring he couldn't appreciate my lack of humility.4

He fiddled with a small tin, and opened it to reveal his collection of green comfort. Then, proceed to dig into his pocket and pulled a small pipe out. The bowl was a glass red cat's eye with a blue neck. In it's own strange little way, it was a beautiful bowl.5

In to the red eye went the green. I offered him my purple lighter, which he accepted. I laughed, we were making rainbows. 6

We. I stuck on the at word. We.7

It scared me a little and I wasn't sure why. I could feel the "we" as we past the bowl between us. Everyone else around us turned into shadows. I focused on him, taking in the boy- no, the man in front of me. His blond hair reminded me of the colour of mine before I dyed it. I looked into his slipping eyes, their colour was a buttery caramel. It made me wonder if his lips were as delicious as his eyes appeared. 8

"RYAN! What are you doing? Get over here!"9

Our "we" bubbled was popped by the screeching voice. It came from a girl standing in a circle of other people. She wasn't attractive at all, and I knew I was prettier. She was too thin with badly straightened hair and a constant pout. How did this girl get Ryan wrapped around her finger? I don't know Ryan that well, but I do know that Clare and him are not meant to be.10

He got up and joined her without saying goodbye to me. I lifted my beer I hid behind me, took a swig and lit a cigarette.11

Can't lie, I was disappointed.