Dylan stops smoking because of you
You walk to the smokers area with Dylan outside of the school. Most students were going to there cars Dylan wanted a quick smoke before leaving. He wanted you to come too because he wanted to chat. You said yes even though you have pretty bad asthma. He didn’t know but you didn’t want to tell him now because you already agreed to go with him.
He lights his cigarette and lets it hang out of his mouth as he puts his lighter back in his pocket. “So how’d you do on that history test we studied for yesterday?”, he asked, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. He blows the smoke out of his mouth and you accidentally inhale it. You cough sightly and catch your breath. “I did great. Thanks for helping me study.”, you manage to say. “Do you mind throwing this away for me? This was my last one.”, he says as he hands you an empty cigarette packet. You nod and walk over to a trash can outside.
You prepare yourself to deal with the strangling smoke again. You walk back over to him and his smoke cloud. You try to listen as he starts telling some kind of story. You hold your breath and pretend to listen. 30 seconds go by and your lungs can’t go without air any longer. You take a deep breath right when Dylan puffs out more smoke. You instantly start coughing and hacking into your hands. You felt like two great hands wrapped around your throat, strangling you and refusing to let you breath. “Shit (Y/N) are you okay?”, he asks in a panicked tone. You cough into your hand and nod. You begin to wheeze. You can’t breath at all. You try to run to a place where there was no smoke. While a attempting to run, you end up collapsing. “HOLY SHIT (Y/N)!”, Dylan throws down his cigarette to check on his best friend.
He lifts you up slightly as you take deep breaths of clean, fresh air. “Are you okay?”, he asks you. You nod and calm down. “I didn’t mean to get you choked like that.”, he says. “No it’s not your fault. I should have told you I have asthma.”, you say. “Shit I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”, he apologizes. “It’s alright now.”, you say. He stands and helps you to your feet. “From here on out, that will be my last cigarette forever.”, he says. “Dylan you can’t just quit something like that that easy.”, you say. “Then what did I just do?”, he raises an eyebrow. You smile and he apologizes one last time before you say your goodbyes and go your separate ways.