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in which lulu jenson has to handle
a bunch of shit and finds herself
looking for comfort in fezco.
[EUP...
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The room was glistening under the rays of dawn. It was peaceful, quiet, the bedsheets spread all over the bed as Fezco woke up with a small yawn. He turned around and opened his eyes when he realized Lulu wasn't next to him. He could still smell her light perfume on the pillow and looked around, noticing her clothes scattered all over the floor.
Fezco was sitting up with his head against the headboard when Lulu walked inside the room, rubbing her hands against her eyes, barely awake. A smile appeared on her face when she made eye contact with Fezco. He had his eyes glued on her figure, covered by a large tee shirt she had randomly picked in his closet to go use the bathroom a few minutes earlier.
"Damn, you gotta stop wearing my clothes, ma'", Fezco said, looking at her up and down.
Lulu jumped on the bed, "Why?"
"'Cause you look too good in 'em, I want you wearing my shit all the time now."
She chuckled and pressed her body against his, draping her arms over his shoulders, "Deal."
Fezco smiled, putting a hand on her cheek gently, rubbing his thumb on her warm skin. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, watching every single part of her face with adoration in his eyes, "You are so gorgeous."
Lulu looked down in embarrassment, definitely not used to compliments like these, and even less when they were coming out of Fezco's mouth. She chuckled and put her head in the crook of his neck, leaving a small trail of kisses on his skin.
She looked up with a smile, "Trying to convince me to become my boyfriend or what?"
Fezco kissed her softly before sighing, looking out the window, he seemed a little more tense when he turned around once more, "'Cause you wanna date a drug dealer?"
"Why not?" Lulu asked with the ghost of a smile.
Fezco shook his head, "I don't want ya in danger, y'know I got some motherfuckers who ain't playing around."
"I know," Lulu said seriously, "But you think it's safer at my job? Cause it isn't, I can promise you that."
Lulu stretched out her body to grab her phone, she scrolled through dozens of conversations to show him what this industry was all about, "The spotlight, the fame and all that shit... it's just a cover. The most influentials are just as dangerous."
Lulu showed him texts from producers and directors trying to hook up with her, pictures and videos of people getting high during filming or parties.
"If you can't defend yourself, they destroy you," Lulu continued, "Girls are being assaulted during auditions, drugs are everywhere, I've heard some people mysteriously disappeared because they fucked with the wrong guys."
Fezco had a panic expression on his face. He knew this universe wasn't just made of sparkles and glitters but he never once thought it could go that far, "Yo, you got me worried there."
