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2 years ago
Tori, Part II
The need for nicotine came out of nowhere, swarming upon him like moths to the flame. Three months without a single pull, and suddenly the desire was spreading like wildfire through his every vein. Craving overcame confusion as Aiden grabbed his jacket and the twenty dollar bill on his dresser. Pulling his faithful iPod out of his pocket, the music lover decided that Jimi Hendrix would have to be his companion for the way there. The local gas station was only a five minute walk away, but the rainy, mud-filled walk made it seem longer. The humid night air was drenched with that depressing Summer aura that always seemed to creep its way back once a year.
Seven minutes later and thirteen dollars poorer, Aiden came out of the gas station with a pack of Belmont Blue, chewing gum and Gobstoppers. What a strange combination.
Fuck, I forgot a lighter…Whatever.
Aiden knew he had one at home, albeit it was running out of valuable fuel. At 19 years of age he had a passive, uncaring approach to most of life. It seemed to do wonders in some situations while limiting him in others; his life goals were few. However, he made up for this with his passion for writing and an uncanny charisma that seemed to grant him success with whatever peeked his interest. Aiden was tall and slim, with short brown hair that had a bad habit of turning bronze during the summer. Some called him attractive, though he never thought of himself as an Adonis. His personality and confidence always seemed like far greater assets: reflecting back on his father and brother, Aiden knew he had his genes to thank for that.
Seven more minutes past. Aiden kicked the snow off his boots as he slowly walked upstairs to grab his infamous ninja-turtle lighter. The little device had more fun stories to tell than most high school football stars.
Huh? Where is it?
His thoughts interrupted his still-existent nicotine craving. Looking frantically through his dresser and table, Aiden came across the half-finished short story written on the screen.
I’ll have to finish you later. Now, where are you lighter? Think back. Where did I leave it…
Realization set upon Aiden as he snapped his fingers and nodded to himself. Rushing downstairs, he remembered his cousin had a habit of using it. For some reason she thought the ninja turtles were “cute.” Aiden knew staying with his aunt would be a little boring for the summer, but spending it with a drug-addict was never the plan. Entering the kitchen, his moment of discovery turned to dread as a pale, blond mess lay half-conscious on the floor.
“What the fuck, Tori?”
Notes
about me:
freelance writer and student at the university of western ontario.
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