break free.

❝ the drought was the very worst, when the flowers that we’d grown died of thirst. it was months, and months, of back and forth. you’re still all over me like a wine-stained dress i can’t wear anymore. hung my head as i lost the war, and the sky turned.

[dimitrifck]

You must be a real hit with the ladies.

[matthewsffs-blog]

I can't say you're wrong about that.

[anthemknight-blog]

She sounds like a good time. Are you actually gonna wear ‘em? 

[matthewsffs-blog]

I feel if I don't, a random shoe will crash into the window and hit me. So yes. Yeah, she's my favourite.

[matthewsffs-blog]

My mother decided it would be funny to send me a pack of underwear with the saying 'Momma's Boy.' on them. Thanks mom.

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa wouldn’t admit it, but she was slightly terrified. She wasn’t going to be high or using her body as a payment. She never really had sex to just have sex. It always had motive. She crossed her arms over her chest, a bit colder now that she wasn’t in his lap. "Oh, um," The offer seemed too sweet. "Sure," She decided. She followed closely behind, keeping her head down. She almost forgot they were at risk of getting caught out past lights out. She stood beside him outside the front of his cabin. She looked at his hand a moment, confused again. He was letting her choose, again. It felt so odd, to get to choose. Slowly, carefully, she took slipped her hand into his, unsure. “Yeah,” She said, biting in on her smile.

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew always gave her a option. He didn't want make her feel uncomfortable in any way possible. This also was the youngest person he ever slept with, he's even more concerned. Standing outside was giving him even more goosebumps and chills, not that his cabin was any better. They could get caught, but no one ever came by his cabin. Matthew shivered once again, before smiling and nodding. He opened his cabin door, turning on the lights. He walked them to a single bed, and sat on the bed pulling her into his lap. "You good?" He asked, pressing a kiss to her neck. He wanted to make sure this is what she wanted, and was fully okay with the setting.

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa couldn’t help but notice that he seemed… concerned. What about, she had no clue. She fiddled with the hem of her hoodie. She tried to hide the blush spanning across her cheeks with her hair and the hood that was slipping off her head. “How did you swing that?” She asked playfully. “I’ve got a full house.” She rolled her eyes. She bit her lip, trying not to giggle. Kajsa hated how… giddy? she felt. She didn’t do giggly little girl. She swallowed it down, but was still biting on a smile. “That won’t be necessary.” She said, moving out of his lap and standing up. She brushed herself off and held a hand out to help him up.

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew couldn't help but be concerned for her. It's his weakest flaw to feel for others, even though nobody cared for him. Although there was darkness surrounding around them, he could see a faint blush across her cheeks. He didn't tease about her action, there's always tomorrow however. Matthew shrugged, to be honest he had no clue. Matthew arrived at camp, believing he would have to deal with loud and annoying campers. Luckily, there was a empty cabin and he arrived at the best time. "My cabin is always open, you should come sometimes." He suggested, with a grin plastered on his face. He nodded his head, feeling the warm disappeared off his lap. He dusted himself off, before taking her hand and standing up. "Follow me." He said, before taking off in the direction of his cabin. It was around the corner, not even a walk. The silence between them was comfortable before they were at the steps. "You ready?" He spoke quietly, offering his hand to her.

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

She swallowed. Kajsa had never been in this situation. She wasn’t sure how to handle it. She wanted to thank him and leave: what she usually wold have done. She shouldn’t have even stuck around this long, or have gotten comfortable in his lap. All of Kajsa’s instincts told her to flea, to get as far away from him as possible. But she didn’t get up. “S’fine, I over reacted.” She said softly. She was still on edge, hoping he would keep those words. She nodded. “Okay,” She chewed at her lip. She smiled a little at his phrasing. “I mean, we can, if you want.” She shrugged. She blinked. “Um, yeah, sure,” No one ever just gave her drugs as a thank you. It didn’t quite settle right with her.

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew was worried. He didn't want to scare the girl, only tease her playfully. He was worried that he'll be alone again, that'll she never speak to him after this conversation. He wasn't planning to spend this time with her, this has gone from what he had imagined. He thought a simple exchange, a few taunting words and off they both go. Matthew felt strange, a feeling of nervousness bubbled up inside of him. He nodded, hearing her reply. He didn't believe her, there was something else. He wasn't going to hurt her, never. Although she had the attitude, he would never hurt her. He took a deep breath, happy she was smiling again. "Okay, let's go." He yawned once again. "I'm the only person in my cabin, since there's no new campers. Would you like me to carry you there?" He smirked.

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa became alert at his laughter. She was feeling every one of his movements beneath her, every brush of his arms. Bad, very bad. Kajsa told herself. You’re not in control of the situation. "S’not funny," She said, a bit frantic. She was in his lap, engulfed in him, completely at his mercy. Kajsa’s heart sped up. He was laughing at her. "S’not funny," She said again. "O-okay, sorry," She said softly. She couldn’t upset him, not while he was so much bigger than her and he had the upper hand. Her fingers became restless, and it wasn’t from the cold. She still hadn’t paid him anything. She still hadn’t left. Kajsa had gone against every thing she’d ever ground into her own head. She shifted in his lap, trying to touch as little of him as possible."Matt, then," She confirmed with a little nod. She glared into her lap, planning her escape in her head. But his words made her forget her plan of action and blink. "What? My.. Call?” Kajsa was more confused than ever. She was waiting for him to push he rout of her lap and hold her down, not that she would fight. “But that’s not how this works.” She said, dazed. “You gave me over a hundred dollars worth of coke. You should be…” She lost her words and licked her lips. 

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew noticed her change of expressions, the tone of her voice quickned and she sounded scared? He wasn't a threatening person, although he seemed to look the part of one. Jail shaped him to form into a man, he remembers going to the gym everyday lifting weights and doing benches. He acted tough, he even had people scared of him and he enjoyed everyone avoiding him and watching their words around him. But in this situation, he felt strange. Matthew was a lot of things, but he would never do something with the girl's permisson. That's not how his mother raised him to be, he wasn't going to be a bad name to his family by hurting someone who clearly doesn't deserve the pain. "Sorry, I'll stop." He said sincerely, not wanting to cause tenison between them. He noticed the shift in his lap, she was moving away from him. He couldn't help but think, what he had done to cause her to change so quickly. "It's fine, don't worry." He replied, running his hand through his hair. Matthew nodded his head, she seemed so confused about this whole thing. "Y-Yeah. I could pin you against the wall, but only if you want this. I mean I don't want do something you're not fully comfortable with. That's wrong, so yes your call. Giving you the coke was a thank you, okay?" He spoke softy.

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa wasn’t used to touches. She had no one who wanted to touch her gently. Her mother often brushed hair from her face and wiped tears off her cheeks, but other than her mother, to Kajsa, touches were foreign. But she didn’t object them. She squeaked at his squeeze, but didn’t move away. “Already said it,” She teased. He was quiet a moment. The wind made all the foliage play music above them. She enjoyed the silent moment. She hummed, not quite ready to speak again yet. It took her a pause to find her voice. “Why thank you.” She grinned. “Matt, then?” She asked. Kajsa took a sharp breath at the new touch. She stiffened before relaxing into, mentally scolding herself for being so comfortable in the lap of a man she didn’t even know. She giggled. “I don’t think I will. Why? You still looking to bed me?” She teased.

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew was a touchy person. It's his way of flirting with people, and getting them comfortable with. Usually, the swing around the shoulders or the squeeze at the hip always landed him in someone's bed. He enjoyed another touch from someone else, stealing their warmth and invading their personal space, or some say bubble.  Hearing her sqeak at his touch, he couldn't help but blurt into fits of laughter. A prime example of how touching was his favourtie thing to do. Making people sqrium, he lived for their reactions. "Take that back." He warned, with a teasing tone. They were silence once again, letting the trees and nature speak for them. Matthew lived for moments where there's two people, and they don't have to speak but let nature do so for them. "You're welcome." He smiled. "Yes, please. Calling me Matthew makes me sound old." He shivered at that thought. He could feel her tense up, and for a second he was about to remove his arm before she relaxed into his lap more. "I was before, maybe even more so now. It's your call, I don't really care." He shrugged.

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa tried to imagine what that must have been like, to have had a real family all her life. Even if it did suck. She couldn’t. She was supposed to have a family, but Kajsa had been born defective. Kajsa was damned the moment they pulled her from her birth mother’s womb. She wasn’t supposed to have a family. No one wanted a defective child. She chuckled. “You seem like the type.” She mused, wrinkling her nose. “Thanks,” She grumbled. She rolled her eyes, snorting. “I know that. Everyone else seems to think so.” She pursed her lips, scowling into her lap. Kajsa hated being infantilized because of how little she was. She was a little blonde girl with big green eyes: the perfect all American girl. She got passed from family to family, every parent thinking they’d fallen in love her after seeing her picture. She never really got to be a little girl. She was too busy growing up. She smiled a little at his yawn. “You falling asleep on me, Matthew?” She teased, no longer trying to being nonchalant. “Maybe,” She said, getting comfortable in his lap. She laughed. “Thanks, great adive. I’ll remember not to sleep with you, either.”

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew  was born into wealth and greatness. His life was given to him on a silver platter, he would never have to lift a single finger. Of course, he began to rebel and put his perfect living style on the line. He gave up everything so he disconnected from his family, and start a new life on his own. Living on his own wasn't how he picture things to be, everyone treated him normally and he hated that he wasn't worshipped. But, he chose that life and he's not running back to his mother for money anymore. He makes his own, from stealing and selling. He was born thief, his father would be proud. He rolled his eyes playfully, sqeeuzing her side. "Hey. I can say that about myself, but you can't." Matthew silently started to hum undernearth his breath, listening to the trees swaying back and forth. "Yes, you're a comfortable pillow." He grumbled, letting out another yawn. He was tired, but too comfortable to move. "Don't call me Matthew, makes me sound old." He wasn't in a rush to grow up, in fact he never wanted to. He chuckled, before swinging his hand around her waist. "You better take that back. I've been checked and I don't have anything, so."

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa kept wondering what her family was doing at home. She’d lived with them all of two years before they shipped her off. Typically, she lasted six to nine months in a foster home before she got the boot. Her mother had adopted her, something she thought would never happen. She wished she was back home. She looked between the foliage of the treetops and wished again. But magic didn’t work quite like that. “I could understand that,” She said. “I wouldn’t want that kind of pressure. All the attention.” She shook her head, glad she didn’t live that life. She was nothing. A single speck. Another mouth to feed in the system. She tried to absorb more of his body heat, getting closer. She wanted it to seem nonchalant, but she was sure she failed. She was solid. Much larger than her. Then again, everyone was larger than her. She was short and bird boned. “Lucky,” She grumbled. “I feel powerless so little. People think I’m a kid or something,” She mumbled, upset. Kajsa hummed, a little grin spreading across her face. “That’s very true. Preach,” She almost giggled, smile evident by her chipper voice. She felt his fingers in her hair, but she didn’t object. She was comfortable and he was warm, and she wasn’t ready to go back to her cabin yet. She laughed softly. “I like to think so. Then again, I usually don’t have to do much. Like I said, men just like the idea of me.”

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew's family was truly messed up. Despite their riches and fame, their mental health wasn't in perfect shape. Although he cared for his mother, he's 100% sure the woman has some sort of anger issues. He doesn't plan blame her, living with a thief for over twenty years could really screwed someone's mind. He admires his mother for staying with his father for so long, their love must have been unbreakable and strong. However, when his father was arrested he never remembered her crying or complaning about him. It was almost as his father never happened, their marriage was a mystery. Matthew didn't question about their marrige, knowing that would be soft spot for his mother to speak to him about. Despite all the craziness, he misses them dearly although they're probably forgetting about him. Matthew could feel the breeze around them, goosebumps were all over him. Still, he felt warm and calm. "I live for the attention, not the pressure." He said, glad he was blessed with such a grand life. He took advantage of his living style, until he didn't have one anymore. "You sort of are." He mumbled, chuckling under his breath. "Kidding, trust me. You're no kid." He yawned quietly, he could tell that she was cold by her actions. "Does someone want to snuggle to get warm?" He sing-songed, opening his arms and couldn't help but laugh once again. "Men are weird, stay away from them. Most have STDS."

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa was beginning to get homesick. She missed her mom and her step mom and her siblings. She missed her bed in the room she shared with her sisters. She closed her eyes a long moment, listening to him. She felt calm. Kajsa usually felt wired, skin vibrating, always ready to explode. “Sounds depressing,” She said, eyes still closed. “Don’t you have a hot shot family?” She asked, peeking one eye open to look at him. She closed her eyes again. “Yeah, me neither.” She said softly. She opened her eyes, and looked over him a long moment before climbing into his lap. He was warmer than she was. “I’ve always been little, since the day I was born. —- There. Better?” She asked, settling back to him between his legs. Kajsa shrugged. “They never mean it, they always leave. No one gets me.” She confessed. “I’m not sure even I get me.” She mumbled, pulling her sleeves over her hands. She snorted. “I’ve been fucking nineteen year olds since I was thirteen.”

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew's feelings about his family were confusing. His love for them never ended, although there were times that he questioned himself. His family were only famous for his father's attempt at stealing one of the greatest art pieces ever. Matthew was a stranger to his biological father, his visits in jail were the most awkward moments he ever had to share with anyone. Although, that never stopped his father from loving him -- even behind bars. His mother remarried years later, and everyone wanted to know their story. Matthew enjoyed the glory, although he wasn't a part of the making. "Yeah, I guess." He kicked around rocks with his shoe, listening to her with open ears. "I do, sometimes I wish I didn't." He simply shrugged. He closed his eyes again, before feeling a rush of coldness on his lap. Oh. He was much taller than her, he could rest his head on hers easily. She was also freezing, but he didn't mind. "I've been tall since forever. Much better." He mocked. "Yeah, that's basically me. People don't matter though, they're all useless." He started playing with a loose strand of her careful not to alarm her. "Damn, are you that good in bed or something?

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa chewed at the inside of her cheek. She began to wonder why she had stuck around so long, why she was still here. She sighed. All this talking was making her antsy. This was the most she’d told anyone here. She shifted her weight again, fidgeting. She bit at her nails. “Isn’t that the point, though? I don’t think there’s anything. You just… die. All the energy is gone. You feed the earth.” Kajsa blinked a moment. “Y-you’d rather be left behind?” She shook her head. “I got tired of being left behind.” She mumbled. “Yeah, I know,” She breathed. Though, when Kajsa moved it meant a new family, a new set of rules. It meant another set of things to love and lose. “I don’t really have any friends,” She said, lifting her head up. It was something most people wouldn’t be proud of, but Kajsa wasn’t part of the most people crowd. She sighed and sat beside him, crossing her legs. “Is that a crack at my tininess?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. She snuggled into her hoodie and pulled the hood up. “Yeah,” She agreed. “Gets me anything I need. I provide for myself.” She said, muffled by her hoodie. “I just turned sixteen.” She told him.

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew couldn't help but wonder about his own personal problems. He spend years and years denying that there was anything wrong with him. He's the golden child, nothing horrible could ever happen to him. He remembered being told about his disorder, how furious his parents became. He knew there was no mistake, he was in too deep. He wasn't going to bore her with his tragic story, although a part of him thought she would be the first to listen. Matthew shook the thoughts from his head, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "I would love to believe you. But there's too much infomation about the other side. I'll just stay here, with my thoughts." He nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm already alone. Being in a world by myself, it's too familar." He licked his slightly chapped lips. Matthew had friends, he never considered them as friends however. People used him for money, spotlight, and the glory. All his life, he's just been used. Someone to play with, and be done with when they're bored of them. "I don't do friends." He shivered slightly, this cold was getting worse. "Yeah, nothing to be ashamed of. You're not going to sit on my lap? That makes me sad." He laughed. Matthew couldn't help but be shocked at her age, although she looked young, she didn't sound young. "Why don't you let someone take care of you?" He asked. "Young. I'm nineteen, almost twenty. Ever screwed with a nineteen year old? He wiggled his eyebrows.

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa had a hard time just talking to people, interacting. Her entire life people came and went and passed her along. This camp would be just another temporary home, another string of people who acted like they care and sent her away. Kajsa had been doing her best to connect to as few people as possible, under her tough exterior she was just a lost, broken child. She feared abandonment. She feared getting left behind, being tossed to the next. Though, here, now, she feared she was getting too attached. She would have to leave and lose again. As she always did. “Why?” She asked, turning to him. “You aren’t scared of drugs, couple acids and you’re done for.” She said, then swallowed hard. “I moved around a lot.” She said, a bit sad. She was always so guarded when it came to her past. She’d been a little orphan who no one could seem to love. “Got lost along the way.” She finished with a shrug, hoping to be nonchalant. She rolled her eyes. “I can’t very well do that while we’re standing,” She teased, not sure whether she would take the offer. “It might’ve once. Not now, though. I use it for power, money, drugs. Men love a young, petite, willing girl,” She told him with a bit of a shrug.  

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew never felt so alone. He has always been alone, for the longest time. He never felt included in family's reunions, graduations, or even birthdays. Coming from a large background, Matthew thought there would be someone who understood him. Unfortunately, no one was interested. Loneliness always followed behind him, the feeling never disappeared. However, he wouldn't make the effort of forcing him to become social with others. He fears that he'll let his guard down, and have himself be crushed by some stranger. His ego was powerful enough to seem as if he's fine with everything he has, truth is -- he'd rather die than be alone all over again. Matthew simply shrugged, wanting to avoid his answer. "Aftermath. You die, but then what? I don't think I want to face hell in person, I'd rather be left behind." He answered. He could tell her tone was upsetting, he almost share the same feeling for her. "Moving sucks. But as my parents say, you can never have so many friends around the world. Bullshit, if you ask me." He shook his head. Matthew then shrugged before sitting on the ground, patting the spot beside him. "I'm not, only one more step for you." Matthew teased, wanting to push her buttons. "Men are getting worse and worse. The daddy kink only grows stronger when there's a young girl around. How old are you anyways?"

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa kept waiting for the catch. No one ever just gave her things. Even her mother. Everything had incentive. Her mother praised her with money and presents for good behavior. Men wanted sex for drugs. In a usual deal, she would’ve sprinted off the moment it touched it hands. Though, in a usual deal she usually had already paid the price. She had a good hundred dollars worth of coke in her pockets. She felt almost guilty. She had to shake the feeling, Kajsa didn’t do guilt. She hummed and puffed again. She gave him a puzzled look. “Then why don’t you just kill yourself? Save yourself lots of pain and time.” She asked. She shook her head. “I hate feel lost. I’m lost enough as it is.” She bit her lip, biting back more words. She had kept herself sealed since she had gotten here. She wouldn’t let some scummy boy crack her open just because she was bringing her drugs. “It’s part of my charm,” She teased, stating very surely. She gave her skirt a quick little whirl. “Careful, I’m about to freeze my ass off, I might take the offer if we’re staying here too much longer.” She finished her cigarette with another inhale and had to take a moment to remember not to put it out on her skin, she didn’t want him to realize how much she did need to be here, in the loony bin as she claimed it to be. She turned and ran it over the cabin behind them, putting it out. She used her foot to dig it a little grave. She chuckled. “I am. I just don’t typically do sex for the intimacy or the pleasure. I’m a get in and get out kind of girl.” She confessed with a light shrug.

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew wasn't that horrible of a human being. He enjoyed taunting and teasing others, however he had his fair share of guilt in doing so. His disorder causes him to have zero self control towards anything, or anyone. He doesn't have a filter, whatsoever. Matthew's behavior is controlled by his actions. His life was unpredictable to him, he never knows when his urges will take over. Although, there are time when Matthew could handle himself, those were the times he tried to do decent things for others. Before this thoughts captured him again, and take him away. Matthew huffed at her response, drilling his cigarette into the ground. "It's not that easy." He replied. The truth was, there have been several attempts but he never brought himself to pull the trigger. He wasn't suicidal, but he wanted to disappear. The depressing thoughts entered his mind, Matthew refused them.  His background wasn't that quite interesting. He cocked his eyebrow, giving her a confused expression. "How so?" He asked. Matthew knew she had secrets, more interesting than his's. Could this be another challenge? He thought to himself. But then again, he didn't want to waste his time figuring someone's else problems when he has his own to deal with. "I'm not going to my cabin anytime soon, so hop on my lap anytime." He explained. He watched her with careful eyes, before taking a deep breath. The smoke was toxic for him, and good natural air  was what he needed. "I don't understand. Does sex mean nothing to you?"

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa shivered slightly at the cold. She gave him a confused look when he held the pack out to her. “Thanks,” She said softly, taking it slowly, waiting for him to snatch it back and claim he was joking. She slipped it into her bra, her hoodie pocket full. “What’s your high of choice, I mean. Mine’s coke, obviously. What’s your poison?” She asked, then took another short drag. She shivered as the smoke warmed her from the inside. She rose an eyebrow. “I’ve done that with weed. Crack once, but crack is too intense of a high for me. I feel…. lost. Too numb. Scary numb. Never with a plain old cigarette. Why? Are you offering?” She genuinely couldn’t tell.

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew couldn't help but focus on her change of expressions. He wasn’t particularly fond of the taste of weed, or the bittersweet smell that lingered on all of his upholstery and wafted into his nose at the worst times, triggering cravings. He'd released his anger through drugs, and earlier today, he was beyond furious. However, he sort of felt a peace, his cigarette guiding him. "You're welcome." He said, languidly breathed out the drag he'd just taken. He thought for a brief second, searching his mind for an answer. "Cliche, but everything. Some people smoke for the high, I smoke to die. If something makes me numb, I'll do it again and again." He responded, pleased with his answer. He could feel goosebumps on his arms, not knowing if the cold causes them or something else. "If you're cold, you shouldn't have wore a skirt. Things are much warmer in my lap." He winked, chuckling softy. "I'm just teasing you. I'm surprised to hear you say that. You seem more experienced than myself, I thought you would have tried everything. I sort of am, don't worry I'm not making a move on you. I just want you to know how it's like, that's all. It's fun."

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa inhaled from her cigarette again. Kajsa was used to shady guys. Her life revolved around shady guys. She slept with them, took money from them, bought drugs from them. Though, this shady guy wasn’t her usual. He wasn’t as willing to fall into her trap. Kajsa tended to get men wrapped around her finger quite quickly. She supposed it came form being so young, little, and willing. It irritated her. “Yeah,” She confessed. She flicked ashes off the tip of her cigarette. “I suppose that makes sense. So, what’s your poison, then?” She asked, eyebrow raised. “I can’t say I have. What’s that?”

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew tugged on the sleeve of his leather jacket, the cool breeze wasn't welcoming. Matthew was used to having his life absolutely grand. He was the golden child, following in his family's footsteps. Until, the family's background became too much for the young boy to handle on his own. He wished he had that respect again, everyone worshiping him.  He never suffer consequences, however now -- he's begging for someone's quietness. Matthew thought for a second, before reaching into his pocket and taking out an extra pack. "I have one, I'm not a much of smoker anyways." He offered. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, curious about her question. "It's done by two people. One inhale the smoke, and then basically kisses them causing the smoke to travel into their mouth. After, the other person exhales. Pretty shitty description, but you should try it." 

[matthewsffs-blog]

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[reykjavikhq-blog]

Kajsa smiled, noticing she’d caught him off guard. She contemplated plucking from him again, to make a point. Kajsa was always in control of the situations she was in. Instead, she pulled her pack from her hoodie pocket and lit a cigarette. She sighed, noticing her pack was dwindling. She took a quick puff. She glanced around with him, licking her lips. The night was clear. “Thanks,” She said taking it from him. She wrinkled her nose and swatted at the smoke. “Rude,” She grumbled. She slipped the little package into her hoodie pocket with her pack. “What are you gonna do with the rest of that?” She motioned to the other packages. “Other kids buying ‘em off of you?”

[matthewsffs-blog]

Matthew was always in charge. In jail, he started from the bottom. He had to climb his way to grow some respect. Apparently coming from a wealthy family isn't ideal. He was feeling as he was the underdog, she was unpredictable to him. He could tell being around her kept him on edge. He didn't enjoy that at all. He noticed her facial expression switched from smug to annoyance. He watched as she lit her own cigarette, as she took a rather quick puff. "You running out?" He questioned, leaning his head against the wall behind them. He chucked, considering doing the action again. He shook his head, taking another drag. "I keep those for myself. I don't want to keep asking and asking." He replied. "Ever tried shotgunning before?"