Kingston's Point Of View

We left the boy's yard and began to walk back home, glancing at our phones to see the time. We had been gone twenty mintutes, so we would make it, after a moment, as we got out of ear shot, Miles finally spoke.

"Kingston what the hell what that?!" She orders, slapping my shoulder.

"Owe, what do you mean??" I ask innocently, rubbing the tendered blade,

"What are you going to do with those?!" She asks, pointing to the cancer sticks.

"Smoke them obviously.." I state the obvious, shrugging my shoulders.

"I mean, smart ass, how are you gonna hide them from your Dad?" She asks, pointing to our house that was coming into view.

"Oh, well I will just hide them behind a tree and sneak them in, easy peasy lemon squeezy," I say as we get close to the house.

Miles rolls her eyes, but I know I have this covered. It is just like old times, I had this handled. I understand she is worried, but so much shit happened in my foster homes, I know what to do, say and how to act. I got this Miles. I ditch behind the backyard and go to the tree nearest to my bedroom, and tuck my box under some leaves. It wouldn't be long before I could sneak them inside, because Tyler would be asleep soon, anyways. I chuckled to myself and meet Miles in the front, and we walked inside together.

"Hey girls-hey what's the smell?" Tyler asks, his smile fading as he smelled the cigarette off our clothes.

"There was a guy smoking cigarettes in the gas station parking lot-like really close to the door. It sucked cause we had to walk right next to him to go inside and out." I said, the lie rolling off my tongue. Miles glanced over impressed, and Tyler didn't see. He just shrugged and took his drink from my hand.

"Stupid people, well, next time just wait till he leaves, you girl's don't need to be breathing that in. I'm going to my room for the night, stay out of trouble, and make sure to go to bed early because you have school tommrorow. Night girls," he says, wrapping us in hugs before disappearing upstairs' into his room.

"Night!" We shouted, then burst into giggles. "I cannot believe we got away with that..I'm impressed Diana." Miles says jokingly.

I giggle. "Thanks, come on, lets go into my room and settle down for bed," I suggest, leading her upstairs.

"Okay, but what about..." she asks.

"I'll get it in a few hours when he is dead asleep," I reassure her as we gather into my bedroom.
A few hours go by, and it is not 10 o'clock. We reshowered to get the cig smoke off, and changed our clothes. Right now we're settled in my bed watching Drake and Josh. I looked at the clock and get off the bed. "Shh, I'm gonna go get the stuff," I whisper and walk downstairs, making sure to avoid all the squeaky steps. I reach out side and grab my box and stuff it under my shirt. I make a clean get away back inside and in my room, and quickly tuck them under my bras in my bra drawer so Tyler couldn't find it. I snicker and crawl back into bed and we drift off to sleep.