5SOS Preferences

He's A Drug Dealer

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Luke: 

You’d always hated Luke’s drug habits and his effortless ability to find himself in trouble. However, you loved him more than anything and you understood that once you were tangled inside the complicated world of drugs, it was hard to get out. You knew you would never be able to leave him, despite the fear you always felt in the bottom of your stomach when you rode in the passenger seat with Luke on his way to one of his deals, which you happened to be doing right now. It was mid-summer, the time when all of the teens and young adults were dying to get their hands on some drugs. You sighed anxiously, and clasped Luke’s hand a bit tighter over the center console of the car. He put the car in park and looked over at you to study your features. Your face was neutral, but he could just tell you were nervous by the way you held his hand tighter than you usually did, and you were breathing a bit faster than normal. You had been to many deals with Luke, patiently waiting in the car for him to finish his business and return, but each time, you grew more and more fearful that something was going to happen. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand and leaned over to kiss your cheek. You looked over to him, and his eyes instantly made you feel a little bit better. “It’s going to be fine, babe.” he whispered. “I’ll be back as soon as you know it,” he said. You sighed unevenly, but hesitantly nodded anyway. “Okay.” Luke still noticed your expression of fear and kissed you slowly before he opened the car door, only to slam it shut again. He locked the doors and headed inside the club. You could hear the music inside, and shut your eyes, focusing on the sounds. You leaned your head against the window and waited to see Luke heading back to the car, but after twenty minutes, he still had not shown. You grew even more nervous than usual. His deals normally only took ten minutes at most, and he had been gone for nearly thirty minutes now. You reached for your phone inside the glove box, but stopped instantly when you heard a loud, gruff voice yelling from just outside. You turned quickly, now more alert than ever to see a man standing outside the car window with a gun. Your stomach dropped and you instantly began to panic. Luke had taken the keys, so you had no way to get out of this. “Get out of the car!” He shouted. You fought with yourself for a moment, before stepping out of the car with tears in your eyes. The last thing you remember is the tall, hefty man hitting you over the head with the gun.

Michael:

You had been with your boyfriend Michael for over two years. You’d only known about his drug habits for about half of the time you’d spent together. You loved him too much to let him go over something that you figured did not involve you. However, the danger he put himself in only jeopardized you even more. Michael had told you countless times that he did not want you to get hurt, but you cared for him too much to stop seeing him. It was currently 1 in the morning, and you were laying in Michael’s bed, pressed against him, wearing only your underwear and one of his shirts. The room was completely silent, and the only source of light was coming from the tv, which was currently on mute. You traced your fingers over the tattoos that covered Michael’s collar bones as he lay fast asleep under you. You found it unbelievable that you had found someone so perfect, and that could love you as much as you loved him. You felt so serene and calm, but the feelings you felt were instantly replaced with fear as you began to hear voices mumbling downstairs. Michael lived alone, and you could tell that the voices did not belong to his friends. These voices were instantly followed by the sound of a loud crash. You instantly felt tears well up in your eyes at the possibilities running through your head. You shook Michael’s limp body and his eyes fluttered open. He grinned, but it instantly turned into a frown when he saw your expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. “There’s someone in the house,” you whispered quietly, terrified. Michael instantly shoved back the blankets and jumped off of the bed. You held in a frightened sob as he pulled on a shirt. He looked over at you as another loud crash sounded from below. He grabbed your face between his hands and ran his fingers over your cheekbones. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered back, although you could tell he was lying. He himself was not sure of what was going on. The door to the bedroom instantly flew open and before you could see who it was, you were being harshly grabbed by your wrists and shoved to the floor on your stomach. Your breath was knocked out of you quickly, and you desperately tried to breathe. You turned over to see a tall man with a gun on top of you, smirking. The way he looked at you made you feel extremely uncomfortable, causing you to let out the loud sob you’d been holding in. All you could think about is what they were going to do to the two of you, and if Michael was okay. “Don’t cry,” the man said, as he gently stroked your cheek. You suddenly felt nauseous. “Stop!” You heard Michael shout from the other side of the room. You glanced over to see two other men holding him back, with a gun pressed to his temple. The man on top of you grabbed you by your shoulders and yanked you off of the ground. You had no time to look to Michael, because he was pulling you out the doorway. You had no clue where you were headed, but you were pretty sure Michael would not be following, and that terrified you more than anything.