Moving cigarettes

[NightWriter]

University is great! I am definetly having the time of my life, plus I get to live with my best buddy! His name is Joe and we met in first year in halls, clicked and decided to move to a cheaper place for the second year. So here I am, sitting in my room and writing this silly report on climate change. We all know it is happening, what is the big deal anyway, just sit back and enjoy the ride. Whatever, where are my cigarette anyway? I am sure I left them in my jacket. Joe surely stole one again, I have to tell him to buy me another pack. I can't countinue writing without smoking. I went in the corridor and shouted "Joe, where are my freaking cigarettes?" No answer, that smartass, he thinks he can ignore me, but I can hear movement in his room, he is probably wearing headphones again. I turned around and noticed my cigarettes on the bed. Strange, I don't remember taking them out of my jacket. Doesn't matter, I can finally smoke in peace and countinue this hideous report.
7 am, I overslept again, I will never watch stand-up comedy after midnight. What's worse is that I can hear Joe taking a shower in the bathroom, I will be late again and Dr. Stansfield will kill me! "Mate, hurry up, I am gonna be late!". Finally he dashes out of the bathroom straight into his room, weird dude. No good morning, no nothing. Where are my cigarettes again? I am distracted lately, it is probably because of the report, the hell with this climate change! I go into the bathroom and see my pack of cigarettes next to my toothbrush. If he was smoking in the bathroom again I will kill him! I couldn't smell anything though. Whatever, I have to hurry.
Next couple of days were weird. I kept finding my cigarettes in different strange places, like the fridge, on my laptop, etc. And Joe was always in his room, he was never like this before. I got back home from a long day in university and now he was blasting music from his room. I've had enough! I knocked on his door repeatedly but he didn't answer. I knew he was always on his phone, so I decided to be mean and give him a call!
- Hey Matt! What's up buddy?
- Well, I would be fine if you can turn down that freakin music!
- What are you talking about mate?
- Don't play fool on me Joe! The music coming out of your room!
- Matt, I have been in France with my sister for the last week...

[108 fountains]

The Forum has been full of highly entertaining short shorts lately, and here is another.
There are a couple of places where you lapsed into past tense, where it probably would have been better to saty in the present - "I went in the corridor and shouted..." and "I turned around and noticed my cigarettes on the bed," but that's no big deal. It's a good story as is; if I were to make any suggestion to improve it, it might be to somehow make a stronger connection between Joe and the cigarettes - maybe something as simple as Joe mentioning in the end that his sister won't let him smoke in the house and he's been craving cigarettes.

[AuntShecky]

Paragraphing -- look into it. Also skip a space between them, especially with each change of speaker.

The premise was okay. Maybe the elusive buttskis are Nature's way of telling the narrator to cut down on smokin'.

Welcome to the NitLet.

Auntie