"Good evening" He smirked and blowed some cigaret smoke. I sat down beside him and crossed my legs. I looked for my cigarets but I couldent find them.
"Fuck" I mumbled.
"What's the problem?" He wondered.
"I cant find my cigarets" I kicked with my left foot and he took a deep drag from his cigarett and blew the smoke in my face.
"Here" He gave me his cigarett.
"We can share, Lucy Robertson, unless you are afraid of my mouth? "
"Why should I?" I asked and took the cigaret.
"I dont know, maybe you will find out sometime" He smirked and laughed of himself.
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∆ Angels ∆
Fanfiction∆ Angels dont exist, I said. Then why are you here, he asked. ∆ Luke Hemmings ∆
