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a spliff to himself. "This is the life," he thought to himself. He enjoyed smoking around others, but he much preferred smoking by himself. This was when he was most relaxed. Free to do the thinking he really enjoyed. Thinking about the beauty and complexity of the world he moved through, or watching birds and marvelling at their aerobatics. Many thoughts weaved through his mind when he was stoned and alone, but mainly he enjoyed it because it relaxed him. He began to think about Sarah. Her blonde hair flowing through the air as he lead her to the field. How soft her voice was when she spoke and how much each tear she cried ached so much inside him. He let out a little giggle to himself as he recalled the freckles around her nose. He quickly looked around to make sure nobody heard. He remembered the touch of her hand. So warm and trusting. He longed to hold it again. Then her lips. If her hand and voice could be so soft he couldn't even begin to imagine how soft her lips would be. What he would give just to touch them. Just his index finger, just for a moment. "Oh god, fuck, shit, oh god, oh god." He scrambled to his feet as he saw her walking down the path that lead to the camp. She made eye contact.
She stepped over the fence with a smile on her face. He wondered if she knew. "Hi Sean." "Hi Sarah." "Whatcha doin?" "Notin much, just havin a smoke." "Can I join you?" "I'd prefer to be alone actually, if you wana..." She didn't listen to him and just sat down next to him. Sean had noticed that she was in much better form today, she spoke louder and even more. He wasn't sure if he liked it, maybe that he prefered the cuteness that he saw in her shyness.
    And in fact she was in better form today. Things still weren't good at home, but it didn't matter. She had spent the two days since they met thinking about nothing else but Sean, no matter what else was going on around her. This made for an addictive break from the haunting thoughts of her parents. In her spare time she spent the majority of it writing his name all over her school books and copies, mixed with an array of love hearts and "Sarah 4 Sean 4evas." "Can I have a smoke?" she said reaching out to grab it without waiting for an answer. "I didn put you for the smoking type?" questioned Sean while looking at her as if she had 10 heads. "Theres a lot you don't know about me," she replied with a cheeky but somewhat mischievous smile on her face. " She took a soft pull off the joint and before even beginning to inhale began to cough frantically. "You've never smoked a joint in your life." laughed Sean. A little embarrassed now, Sarah’s voice calmed down and it was like she returned to herself again and both knew it. "Well I never have before." "Ok just, put your lips on it and instead of sucking it into your mouth, breath it into your lungs." Instructed Sean. She did so. A long breath and followed by only one cough. "It's doing nothing to me, is it supposed to?" she asked. "Well it takes abit, keep smoking you'll feel it soon enough." And she did. She felt her eyes get relaxed, and it was as if smoke filled her mind relaxing everything, and at the same time everything seemed funny. The two of them sat there smoking and laughing about anything for about an hour. Sarah seemed as if all her problems seemed to blow away with the smoke she exhaled. Rising into the air and disappearing to the background of puffy white clouds.
    A haunting feeling came over Sean as he realised he was no longer just interested in her company. Her lips again became the centre of his attention. He became nervous at the thought that he might do something, but ‘what if she said no’, toyed with his paranoia. He knew that most people liked to kiss, and although he never kissed anybody before, not in anyway outside a family member kiss when he was much younger, that is not what he wanted to do. Again all he wanted was to touch her lips. Place one finger equally between the two to test their softness. To