Fezco is a Manic Pixie Dream Girl

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When in a bad mood she was inclined to do one of two things. She would either get drunk as fuck and watch the Bachelor or get high as fuck and watch the Bachelor.

Trashy TV was unironically a big interest of hers.  Binging The Bachelor and Love Island and Keeping up with the Kardashians was what filled most of her days.

There was a television at Nate's house but she wasn't in the mood to talk to him or his father. She had called McKay earlier and he wasn't in town. That didn't leave her with many options. She could watch it on her phone in the car but that's just plain sad.

But in a stroke of brilliance as she mulled over her day she remembered a flat screen TV right in front of the couch she woke up on. So it was decided, she would go back to Fez's house and ask politely if she could lounge on his couch and watch TV for the foreseeable future.

When she arrived at the door she started to regret her choice. They were friendly but they weren't the hanging out every day type of friendly. She didn't really have the choice to turn back now so she lifted her hand to bang on the door. "Fez it's me open up," she yelled.

When the door opened she was not greeted by Fez. Instead she saw his little brother. "Hey Ashtray. Ya' feel like letting me in?" she asked, smiling down at the kid.

"No." He slammed the door

She banged on the door a few more times before giving up. She sat on the sidewalk for a few minutes and waited. And then a few minutes turned into 15 minutes and 15 minutes turned into 30 minutes and before she knew it the sun was going down. She banged on the door again and finally it opened. A tall man with tattoos all over his face stepped out.

Fez stepped out after, pulling her inside behind him. Before he could shut the door, the other man grabbed it. "Who's this?" he asked, eyeing her up.

"She's a friend. We're done here, fuck off Mouse," Fez snapped back, closing the door and locking it.

She clearly wasn't very good at reading people because she didn't manage to notice how on edge he was."Ooooh he looked scary, what's his deal?" she inquired, draping herself over the couch.

"None of your fucking business. What are you doing here?" he shot back, the aggravation clear in his voice. He realized his mistake the second he saw her reaction. Her jaw set into a frown and she glared at him sternly. "Shit, I'm sorry. Things just got me stressed right now. What can I do for you, little lady?" he corrected his former statement.

She grinned at his question. Now the ball was in her court. "Wanna smoke some weed and watch The Bachelor?" she offered.

He chucked at her request. It was odd and very specific. Had she really come all the way here just to watch reality TV? It didn't make sense to him.

"I thought you'd never ask," he responded, sitting down on the couch and grabbing the remote.

He scrolled through the channels leisurely as he rolled a blunt. Growing impatient, she snatched the remote and found the station herself.

"Damn, girl. Your hands are cold as fuck. How long were you out there?" Fez asked.

"Oh only a couple minutes," she lied. She realized that she lied a lot. Sometimes it was for no reason.

"She's lying, it was like thirty minutes," Ashtray corrected, stepping out of the hallway with a defiant look on his face.

"Don't rat me out. You're the one who wouldn't let me in," she said back in an accusatory tone.

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