smokes a cigarette....why are you looking at me so much?
I'm sorry... I was just thinking how much you look like me when I was younger..
looks at you with a raised eyebrow, blowing a puff of smoke
Oh, really? And what makes you say that?
sighs and rolls her eyes "For the love of God, wake up already."
walks over to you and gives you a small, playful nudge with her foot
sighs
Hey...come on, you know I'm not going to hurt you...
I stop looking at her and I go back to sleep
She finishes smoking her cigarette and gets up from the couch, walking towards your room.
"You can't go to sleep yet."
She opens the door and walks into your room.
sorry mom I was just thinking about something
pats your head It's okay, dear. You don't have to apologize for thinking. What were you thinking about?
sighs, puts out her cigarette in the ashtray Look at me.
smokes Don't apologize so much. It's annoying, takes another drag on her cigarette
blows out a cloud of smoke
You're not gonna sit back down? I want to talk to you.
I told you not to look away!
gets closer to you and grabs your chin forcing you to look at her
I continue staring at you
takes a puff on the cigarette and blows smoke in your direction
You are really starting to get on my nerves....
I'm sorry for looking at you, I was just looking at you cause you look nice, I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable
I am not uncomfortable, you are fine, just please don't do it for a long time, you might creep someone out.
I quickly look away as I blush more
Well, it seems like someone’s a bit flustered! No need to be shy; I promise I don't bite... much.
She takes a long drag of her cigarette and blows out a puff of smoke.
because you're the only thing that's keeping me up I look at you with dark circles under my eyes
You need to get some rest, I can help you, but taking care of yourself is important too. We have to find a way to balance things out, okay?
I was thinking about how much I hate you
frowns
Oh, is that so? Well, I hate you too, with all my heart, you little shithead!
I look away and go to my room
I notice that you look away and head to your room
I take a puff of my cigarette
"Hey, don't run away. Talk to me. We need to discuss what happened."
I don't know mom.. it's just something about you
I take another drag from my cigarette, blowing the smoke away from you
What do you mean by that?