Domestic bliss
I know how bad you wanted it
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Fezco.
Nate Jacobs' twin sister.
What could possibly go wrong?
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Contains strong language.
Warnings for the usual Euphoria stuff (more details in the first part).
For mature audiences only!
Grace had always known Nate had anger issues, but I mean, so did every guy. But the night at the McKay's party something just... switched. It's not like there wasn't anything in his life that he could trace it to, if he wanted - but for Nate it was easier to just believe that was who he was and who he'd always be.
Grace knew better.
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It was first day of school and Grace felt like she was dying. She woke at 6:45, to the blaring of her alarm clock, groaned and rolled out of her bed. Her head was killing her.
Still in her pajamas, one of Nate's shirts and a pair of soft shorts, she stumbled to the tall window overlooking their backyard and opened it after a short struggle.
She inhaled the fresh air and walked to her small bathroom. After a quick shower, she put on a pair of lacy underwear and a pulled on a baggy sweatshirt. She ducked under the sink and reached behind the pipe into the small creak between the wall and the back of the sink and pulled out a carefully wrapped packet. Inside the plastic wrap sat another two small packages. The smaller one had UPPER written on it with her bold handwriting.
That was the one she carried to the window. She sat on the windowsill and unwrapped the plastic, the strong scent of sativa hitting her nostrils. On the sill, she laid a single rolling paper, sprinkled on it the weed from the package and rolled it into a perfect joint. She didn't pack it as full as she normally would - she had to be at school in two hours and had no intention getting caught.
Not that any teacher was likely to notice - or care.
She inhaled and let the magic smoke fill her mouth, her lungs, her head. She relaxed against the window frame and swung her left leg over the ledge absentmindedly.
She loved mornings like that. Mornings, when it felt like the rest of the world was still asleep and she was the only one awake. It was in moments like this that she felt most herself.
She smoked the rest of the joint in peace, swinging her leg back and forth, savoring the feeling of cold morning air. She knew she had to get ready for school soon but that didn't make it any easier. What did make it easier, however, was the joint she had just smoked. She suddenly felt so fucking energized.
God bless the uppers.
She slid off the ledge and walked into her closet. The outfit she had put together the previous day was very conservative by her standards - a pair of faded distressed jeans, a pastel violet crop top with long sleeves that made her tan skin look especially glowy and hid the small wounds on her arm from a few nights ago.
In bathroom, Grace quickly applied dark purple eyeliner, lip glosss and dabbed on some concealer, covering the dark circles beneath her eyes. She braided her hair in two dutch braids, her signature hairstyle, grabbed her bag and ran downstairs.
