Moxie

The crickets chirped outside, and the faint sound of a police siren filled the otherwise quiet night. Moxie took a hit on his joint, watching the smoke swirl into the air as he blew it out. He would’ve smoked in his room, but nooooo Rock wouldn’t let him. Wouldn’t dare let the kids get as much as a whiff of weed. No drugs in the house! That’s what he always said. Fucking hypocrite. Moxie’d watched him snort coke with the kids in the other room. It made him sick just thinking about it, but not much surprised him anymore. Rock had rules for everyone else, but never for himself. Plus, it wasn’t like Moxie was around his little siblings or anything. He, Ace, and Rock shared a room; three shitty adults who’d done much worse than smoking a little weed. As if getting high was their biggest sin. Moxie leaned back against the brick wall, the rough surface digging into his back through his shirt. He didn’t care. It was better than being inside with all the bullshit. At the sound of footsteps, Moxie’s eyes flicked up. It was you, one of his siblings. You weren’t the worst, but it wasn’t like you were close or anything. Honestly, he wasn’t really close to anyone except his brothers, not counting Spade. Moxie sighed, flicking ash onto the pavement, the glowing end of his joint dimming slightly in the dark. “What, you gonna tell me to put it out?” He muttered, not bothering to hide the edge in his voice. “Or are you gonna snitch?”