It's Not A Problem

7

Hello my babies I hope you're all having a wonderful 4/20!! Enjoy the update!

3rd POV

Bzzzzzzz

Peter groans in his sleep from the buzzing noise and rolls over, away from it.

Bzzzzzzzzz

"The fuck is that?" Peter mumbles to himself and reaches blindly for the buzzing, trying to silence it.

BZZZZZZZ

"Okay what the fuck?" He says at full volume and sits up and shoves his blankets around, looking for the buzzing noise that he realizes is his phone. He finds it and flips it around to look at the screen and sees Tony's calling him. What?

"Hello?" Peter asks as he quickly answers the phone so it doesn't go to voicemail.

"Hey kid, what time are you coming over?" Tony asks and Peter tries to hold back an audible sigh. Fuck I forgot I promised to sleepover at the tower.

"Uhh.." Peter says and looks at his clock, 2:36pm. 2:36pm?!?! How the fuck are you stupid enough to sleep all day when you have plans? "Maybe like 5?" He says, almost like a question. Tony hums on the other line and the teenagers stomach drops.

"We're all excited to see you, Pete. Text me when you're on the way." He says and hangs up, leaving Peter confused and still only half awake.

I'm not awake enough for this shit. He thinks and pulls out the glass picture frame and grabs one of the bottles from the air vent. When he opens it he sighs at the small amount left in the small bag.

He pours the white powder onto the picture and uses his credit card to form 3 lines. He grabs his dollar bill that has been rolled up into a straw and does the all lines back to back.

Peter lifts his head after the last line and shakes his head, twitching slightly. He squeezes his eyes shut then blinks them open repeatedly, letting out a large breath he didn't even know he was holding. The slight sting in his nose doesn't compare to the immediate euphoria and alertness.

Alright. It's just after 3 and I gotta be at the tower by 5... I have time to pick up. He thinks to himself, slightly surprised at how much time had passed without him even knowing. He grabs his phone and texts the one person that's always there for him.

-time skip-

45 minutes later and Peter was halfway across the city sitting in the living room of a friends townhome. Not a friend that he lets anyone know about because if anyone knew that he was friends with the infamous local drug dealer, there would be some questions.

He doesn't even know this guys real name, but he's got a variety of pills, and 80% purity cocaine. Everyone just calls him Pills & Coke. He met him in the bathroom of a party that he went to with Ned and MJ a few months back. Pills offered him a line and gave him his number if he wanted some more. Before the end of the night, Peter was buying his first bag.

Now, he's sitting on the couch across from Pills, cutting a few lines for both of them while the dealer finishes weighing out the 8 ball. Peter starts subconsciously bouncing his leg in anticipation.

"Yo, stop that shit. Ya givin me anxiety with all that." Pills says and stops putting the coke in the bag to gesture vaguely at Peters leg, which suddenly stops.

"Sorry, man." Peter replies simply and bends down to do 2 lines. When he lifts his head back up, he smiles on the exhale and looks over to Pills and gestures towards the tray with 5 more lines.