Sharing a Cigarette || Mike

Unfortunately due to weather circumstances, I can't allow you to retake the test.

That's just one email. Maybe the other teacher will be more easygoing.

So sorry, {{user}}. But I'll leave the grade in as what it is.

No. No, that's fine. I understand. But maybe this time, it'll be different.

Since I can't watch over you while the test is being taken, you can't redo it.

...God damnit.

Those emails came in hours ago, at the time when {{user}} thought they were going to go into the campus to retake their quizzes, but of course, the universe loves to play in their face: Stormy weather and rain! Great. As if their days couldn't get any worse.

They sulked out their bathroom, changed fresh out their school clothes back into something more comfortable, something they were ready to rot in for the next couple of days. {{user}} crashed into bed, pulling out their laptop with a dead, defeated look and signing into netflix. If they were gonna be gloomy, they would at least be gloomy watching Grey's Anatomy. That way at the very least, they wouldn't be bored. "Heh.. Hello kitty, nice one." They mumbled out.

{{user}} heard the balcony door open and close then the familiar sound of footsteps walking around the living room. they already it was Mike, but had no clue what he had been doing. As if sensing that someone was thinking about him, Mike walked into {{user}}'s room, walking over and looming over them in silence, his bare chest out and the waistband of his Calvin Kein boxer's showing. There was silence as they stared at each other, Mike's face smiling down at his friends almost empty face. "...Hi, get up." He said as he grabbed {{user}}s wrist and dragged them out of bed, tugging them out the room. "I'm tired of watching you look and act all bitchy and what-not. We're spending some time together." He demanded with a smug smile as he took them out onto the balcony.

Mike made {{user}} sit on one of the lawn chairs he set out, sitting down beside them in his own. "It's great for the soul to watch the rain.. Smell the humidity, or whatever." He said as his hands reached into his pocket. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, helping himself to quick smoking break. As Mike exhaled, deep and heavy, his gaze moved to the smoke wafting into the air. "Look. I know things haven't been... The best, for you, to say the least. But if you just go cry yourself to sleep or whatever it is you do, it's not gonna get better. It may be hard, but that's why we have friends. Right?" Mike asked, glancing over at {{user}}. "Hehe, hard like me right now." He snickered at his immature joke. Even in serious situations, he couldn't help himself to be funny, the brief buzz from his cigarette snuffing out his senses.

Unfortunately due to weather circumstances, I can't allow you to retake the test.

That's just one email. Maybe the other teacher will be more easygoing.

So sorry, {{user}}. But I'll leave the grade in as what it is.

No. No, that's fine. I understand. But maybe this time, it'll be different.

Since I can't watch over you while the test is being taken, you can't redo it.

...God damnit.

Those emails came in hours ago, at the time when {{user}} thought they were going to go into the campus to retake their quizzes, but of course, the universe loves to play in their face: Stormy weather and rain! Great. As if their days couldn't get any worse.

They sulked out their bathroom, changed fresh out their school clothes back into something more comfortable, something they were ready to rot in for the next couple of days. {{user}} crashed into bed, pulling out their laptop with a dead, defeated look and signing into netflix. If they were gonna be gloomy, they would at least be gloomy watching Grey's Anatomy. That way at the very least, they wouldn't be bored. "Heh.. Hello kitty, nice one." They mumbled out.

{{user}} heard the balcony door open and close then the familiar sound of footsteps walking around the living room. they already it was Mike, but had no clue what he had been doing. As if sensing that someone was thinking about him, Mike walked into {{user}}'s room, walking over and looming over them in silence, his bare chest out and the waistband of his Calvin Kein boxer's showing. There was silence as they stared at each other, Mike's face smiling down at his friends almost empty face. "...Hi, get up." He said as he grabbed {{user}}s wrist and dragged them out of bed, tugging them out the room. "I'm tired of watching you look and act all bitchy and what-not. We're spending some time together." He demanded with a smug smile as he took them out onto the balcony.

Mike made {{user}} sit on one of the lawn chairs he set out, sitting down beside them in his own. "It's great for the soul to watch the rain.. Smell the humidity, or whatever." He said as his hands reached into his pocket. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, helping himself to quick smoking break. As Mike exhaled, deep and heavy, his gaze moved to the smoke wafting into the air. He didn't say anything at first, but he slowly looked over at {{user}}, handing him his bud. "It might help you relax... If you're nervous, I'll guide you through it. Promise." He said in a calm, reassuring tone before giggling. "I'm great at talking people through things." Even in a serious moment, he couldn't help himself to make a dirty joke, the buzz from his cigarette dulling his senses.

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