It's only been four days. Four damn days he has been coming to this stupid dance studio. How the hell is he going to survive the next three hundred sixty one days when he already is itching for a blunt. Louis has a problem. Louis knows he has a problem. He is a damn drug addict. No addiction is a good one. But, he doesn't care what is good for him, not right now.

As he smokes the weak cig as he looks out at the night sky in front of his apartment door he is slowly going insane because of how long he has gone without feeling high and out of it. He needs to get away from reality, just for a little while, just until he calms and mostly forgets about this whole dancing fiasco.

Louis obviously isn't a person that likes touching unless it's someone else pleasuring him. However, that is the only place a person can touch. No where else. Not his hands, his arms, or just any other part of his body except the part covered by his pants that causes his pleasure in life. Which is vague since that is the most personal spot. But Louis doesn't just whip it out to random people, well he does, that is only if they have the intention of giving him pleasure with their hands or mouth. Same with Louis when he touches other people.

The man doesn't like touching because, to him, it means commitment. Louis isn't the type of person to give into committment. He likes being a free man. He likes having his own freedom and doing whatever the fuck he wants when he wants. Dancing with this girl, it doesn't make him feel free. He feels like he has to be committed into dancing with her and he doesn't really fucking want to. Well, it is community service he has to do to stay out of jail, but, he thought it was going to be more of him watching, somewhat helping, and not doing other types of shit.

Louis isn't selfish, though. He knows the girl doesn't want to do it as well. The way her body is always tense gives him a sign that she is, in fact, nervous. Louis makes people nervous. He knows that as well. For some reason, he isn't getting pleasure for making this girl nervous like he usually does. Maybe it's because he is very uncomfortable as well. And he wants to get out of this.

Louis flickers his gaze to the left of him at the sound of footsteps. He notices Rania and internally groans before turning back to the dark, starless sky above him. He takes another drag of his cig then exhales slowly. His phone, which is held tightly in his hand, vibrates. He looks down and sees the name, "Rania", on the screen in big white letters. The man looks at the girl that is not even a foot away from him and he rolls his eyes before looking at the message.

You smoke a lot.

Louis sighs and then looks at her again before throwing the cig to the floor and stepping on it. "You should try it some time if your so interested about how much I smoke." He says rudely. Rania frowns, swallowing thickly.

I have asthma. I can't smoke.

"Then stay fifty feet away from me and we'll be fine." Louis says before taking out another dangerous stick in the packet. A light breeze slowly passes him as he takes in another drag and he has a feeling of hot and cold in his body, a weird combination. Another vibration erupts through his phone. He sighs hevaily, making more smoke escape past his dry lips.

Can you be nice to me?

"Why should I?"

I have been nice to you.

Louis doesn't respond, just takes another drag of his cig then exhales again. He's so immature.

Why can't we just be friends?

Louis closes his eyes. He's actually very exhausted. Then he opens them again and looks at the girl that stands beside him now. He's too tired for this. "We can be friends. But, while we're dancing, I don't think we should do ballroom."

That's what Emily wants.

"Has it ever occurred to you, that, I really don't care?"

I do.

"I don't think we should ballroom."

Then what should we do?

Louis shrugs. "Something other than ballroom."

The only other one Emily would like is contemporary.

"Fine, whatever." Rania nods, slowly growing a smile on her face. "So, like, why are you here? Where are you going?" Louis asks the girl.

Wait...we're officially friends now, right?

"Yeah." Louis chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. "But I want you to tell Emily about the whole change."

I will. :)
I was going to the market, to get some stuff .

"Cool, well, have fun." The man says. Rania smiles again.

Do you want to come?
Only if you want.

"How friendly." Louis says. Rania chuckles. "Only if you buy me a chocolate bar. I've been dying for one." The man tells her, crossing his arms over his chest.

LATER

"No smoking in the market sir." A woman, who has a hand placed on her hip and her lips pursed, says to the tattooed man who stands with Rania in an isle with chips adorning the racks. Louis almost rolls his eyes. Almost. But he doesn't. What he does is take the stick out of his mouth, throw it onto the polished floor of the market and step on it with his high-top converse covered feet while looking the woman in the eyes.

This results in the woman getting security, making Louis get escorted out of the market, just for him to have another smoke in peace. Rania comes out laughing a few minutes later and Louis can't help but roll his eyes in a playful manner and chuckle lightly.

Only you would do that, wouldn't you?

"Yes. I think so." Louis says proudly. Rania then reaches into one of the plastic bags and takes out a chocolate bar.

"Oh, hey, you got it for me(?) Thanks." He says, taking it from her. Rania shrugs with a smile.

They carry on with the walk back to the apartments in silence. Then Rania takes out her phone and sends a message to the man.

What do you usually do for fun?

"Um, go to clubs,.... drink, party, get high, smoke, hook up... How about you?" Louis says before taking in a drag of smoke before exhaling into the air. Rania blinks,watching him intently, astounded by his nonchalant attitude. That sounds like an interesting life.

I dance and visit my father.

Louis nods, holding the cig between his lips. "Okay, okay, so tell me-" Louis says before walking ahead of Rania and turning around to face her and walk backwards at the same time. Rania smiles sheepishly. "Your practically twenty, right?" He asks. Rania nods in the darkness, but he sees. "Have you ever been to a party then?" She shakes her head "no" in response. "What?" He says. Then he shrugs. "Well, i'm not surprised, you seem like the quiet type anyway. Do you have any friends?"

Rania types a response in her phone then sends.

Only Emily.

"Okay? Well,... none from college or high school?" Rania shakes her head. "Are you sure? None? Nada?" She shakes her head again. "You need to start living." Louis says as he throws his cig to the ground. Rania shrugs. "Ever get bored of your life?"

No. Do you?

"Sometimes. But, nothing a little high and booze can't handle."

You shouldn't depend on harmful chemicals like that.

"Yeah?" Louis says, raising his eyebrows. "Well, it's my life, babe." He says. Rania frowns and rolls her eyes. Louis stops walking backwards and turns around, basically just walking ahead of her and ignoring her presence, sticking his hands inside of his pockets as well. "You know, I dont like people who try to control me. I'm my own person."

I don't like people who slowly kill themselves by ruining their bodies with drugs, alcohol, and smoke.
And i'm not trying to control you. It's friendly advice.

"First things first, I just enjoy the feeling too much to ever stop. So nothing can make me stop." Louis snaps, walking backwards again. "And who are you? Mommy one oh one?" He says, contorting his face into one of anger. "Oh no!" He suddenly exclaims. "Here comes mommy one oh one here with her good, but especially shitty advice while she tries to take our booze away!" Louis yells, throwing his hands in the air. Rania puts a finger to her lips to quiet him down, her eyes wide. "And now mommy one oh one is trying to silence me. We have no freedom, hide the innocent children." Louis says. Rania can't help but laugh lightly and shake her head in amusement.

Stop!!!

"I will not stop! I will defeat you evil do-er!" Louis yells once again. Rania covers her face with her hands to laugh and then she hears Louis laughing, she removes her hands from her eyes to see him smiling. He looks much calmer smiling in the darkness of the night. He looks less tense and more free. This is a much different side she has never seen before. She wants to see it more often if they're really going to be friends. She doesn't want that rude, snappy side that always makes her feel smaller than she already is inside. Is this how he is with his other friends? She wonders what they're like. Are they as rude as him or are they nice. Did they have to go through his rude side to just be his friend or was it easy for them because they were supposedly not "attention seeking", like herself.

Can you tell me more about yourself

"About myself? All you need to know is that i'm a delinquent from Chicago that needs to finish his community service or, my next stop is jail." Louis says. Rania quirks up an eyebrow.

Really? That's how you define your self?

"Yeah." Louis shrugs. "That's all I really am." He laughs.

I bet your more than that.

Then Louis suddenly frowns and Rania instantly grows confused. Did she upset him? "Last one there is a rotten egg!" Louis exclaims before turning around and beginning to run. Rania shakes away he confusion and she begins to run after him, making sure to not push herself too hard beacause of her easy shortage of breath. She knows she is going to be last but she laughs when she sees Louis disappear into the darkness before seeing him again because of the light of the moon.

The man yells something but she doesn't hear it, she just hears the wind blowing past her ears

When the two of them reach the first steps of the apartment, or rather, when Rania does, Louis is waiting for her. "It's those lungs, huh?" He says. Rania nods with a large grin, she doesn't care. That was really fun. "Let's just walk to the fourth floor then." Louis says.

The two of them walk up the steps Louis in front of Rania, Rania behind Louis. Then they reach the fourth floor, reaching their in silence.

"Had a chill time with you, see you tomorrow." He says before walking into his room quickly and with a slam of his door.