Lana's POV

I stayed over glancing out the window in a deep daydream, I felt John get up but paid not attention to where he was heading off. I put out my ciggarette and wrapped my arms around my knees, resting my head on the window.

Soon I felt someone shaking me, I snapped out of my daze and John stood there with a look of fear on his face, I looked over at Rachel who was coughing and hacking, her eyes were watery and her skin looked irritated. She didn't, no she couldn't have.

"What happened?" I asked while Rachel still coughed and a single tear ran down her cheek

"She took one puff of a ciggy and started...this" John said in a panic, then Rachel ran into the bathroom, persumingly to puke.

"Bloody 'ell!" I yelled rushing into the bathroom, Rachel sat on the bathroom floor coughing slightly whiping tears from her face. I sat next to her and brought her into a hug, then looked at her fiercely

"Are you mad?" I asked with irritation, Rachel jut looed at me

"Why Rachel, you have so many reasons not to smoke but were they all just shot to hell?" I asked softly

"I was pressured Lana, I didn't want to look like the odd one out" Rachel whispered, her voice shook weakly

I shook my head and sat across from her "You told me it kills people, which in some odd way I already knew, you're in the 1960s, this'll come up a lot and if you were the one in the first place to tell me not to, I would assume you would know how to handle this situation, next time this comes up think about it, or come to me, I know how to work around peoples expectations, leave the smoking to me" I said with a sigh getting up from the floor

"But, I don' want you to die Lana, please try, just try to quit smoking, for me" Rachel said, I didn't turn around I just stood there, then bit my lip

"All's well, that ends well" I said softly

"Lana, are we cool?" Rachel asked

"Yeah Rachel, were fine" I smiled genuinely.

Wriiten by Hannah