Maria b: hey nick
nicka: yo
Maria b: you got any cigarettes ?
nicka: not for little people.
Maria b:
Maria b: soo?
nicka: so what?
Maria b: do you have a cigarette?
nicka: I won't do it.
nicka: give you one.
nicka: no, no, no.
Maria b: please please please
nicka: you can smoke when you get older.
Maria b: come on!
nicka: go cry to someone esle!
nicka: ;-P
nicka:
Maria b: i'll pay you
nicka: how?
nicka: see? i'm bad news.
nicka: you shouldn't hang around me anymore.
Maria b: i noticed, you've become bad
nicka: howso?
Maria b: dont know, different, not happy
nicka: how long has thins been going on?
nicka: = this been
Maria b: around a week or two
Maria b: why?
Maria b: any reason for that?
nicka: not that i can think of.
nicka: surly, cranky?
Maria b: yeah
Maria b: why?
nicka: dunno? lack of sleep?
nicka: too much booze?
nicka: no love?
nicka: cigarrettes?
nicka: work?
Maria b: heh
nicka: pick one.
Maria b: no reason to be unhappy
nicka: don't get all bob marley on me.
(stupid smilie face goes here)
Maria b: come on, lets go smoke a cigarrette
nicka: oh man.
nicka: can't you just be a good influence for once?
Maria b: come on!