I closed my eyes and inhaled as deep as I could. The smoke twisted and turned in my lungs. I fought the urge to heave.

I held it a bit longer and then slowly exhaled. With cotemplative care I watched the white mist dance, feeling it kiss my parted lips goodbye.

I took a few more hits and then tramped through the messy forrest, back towards her. Why didn’t she take some?

“Charlie!” I whined. “Let’s go.”

He didn’t move, just stood there, hit after hit.

“Charlie!” I insisted.

She laughed and I tried not to sneer. What was so funny? Why does she keep looking at me like I belong in prison or something? Gawd, she’s a bitch. So why was I so jealous. I was the one, anyways, he wanted to fuck. Not her.

He held up the little snare to her and she shook her head. “I have to be home soon,” she complained with a slight smile.

“Come on..” he begged.

“Next time,I promise,” she said.

If it was up to me she won’t be here next time. Charlie was mine now, all mine.