Cigarettes and stories

Lydia's head perked up when she heard the familiar sound of Johnathan's van. The van shook from side to side as it traveled over grass and gravel before eventually slowing to a complete stop. Johnathan opened the door and leaned against it, lighting another cigarette.
"It's me kid, lets' go." Johnathan said in a low tone before taking a long drag. The tough guy act dropped for a split second when he saw Lydia emerge from the darkness, seemingly unharmed. A subtle smile touched at his expression, mostly from relief.
"Cynthia's letting you smoke now? That's not fair." Lydia said as she approached Johnathan. He handed her the cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke.
"What she doesn't know aint gonna kill her."
Lydia laughed at the remark, also taking a drag from the cigarette. "You see all the cops?"
"Yeah. What happened to the one in the ambulance?" Johnathan asked, crossing one leg over the other and looking up at the night sky.
"I ran into some guy, about my age I think, and when I was leaving to keep running from that cop, the dude shapeshifted into ME. I don't think he even realized at first, but then the cop saw him and tried to arrest him. Kid was real nice, so I figured it's only fair that I help him out since I did run into him, literally, and spill his groceries. So, long story short, I dislocated mr. cops shoulder, and we ran for it. Used the sewers."
Johnathan chuckled and took the cigarette back for a drag. "How you and Cynthia are related will always amaze me." He took another long drag, stamped out the cigarette and opened the trunk. "Alright little psycho, you gotta ride under the blanket. Can't get caught with you in the van."
Lydia pouted for a moment, a rare display of her age, and hopped into the trunk. She was small enough to get away with hiding under some blankets surrounded by random junk you'd usually find in a young adults car.