Kylie wrinkles up her nose, waving the smoke away. "If I go home smelling like your nasty cigarettes again my mom'll kill me." She says, frowning at him wihtout acctualy being mad or even slightly upset. Her mother was the very least of her worries, the only things she cared about were her friends and not getting caught by the cops again; she had already spent too much time sleeping in a cell overnight and now that she was 18 getting arrested would mean staying behind bars for a long while.














