Fezco // Safe Space (𝔼𝕦𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒)

Chapter 11

Sofia's POV

Fez has been really good to me since I came here. He even made me lasagna. Where the hell did I find a guy who can make lasagna? It's still in the oven though. He was currently rolling up a blunt for us to smoke, some boring movie playing faintly in the background on his tv. I was snuggled up in his bed watching the back of his head as he sat a few inches in front of me. He was slightly covering the tv.

Suddenly, I let out an uncontrollable laugh. He turned around and looked at me funny. "Whats so funny?" He asks. "Nothin Fez, don't worry about it" I tell him with a smile on my face. "okay?" he says, turning back around to continue rolling. I take another look at the back of his head. I start laughing again. He turns around once more. "Alright, now you gotta tell me what the hell got you laughing so hard" he says. I only laugh in response, leaning back and clutching my stomach from how bad it hurt to laugh so hard.

I felt tears streaming down my face. "You're bald as hell" I tell him. He looks at me funny for a second before shaking his head and laughing at the sound of my laugh. "Ayo, shut the fuck up Sofia" he chuckles and goes back to rolling. "You laugh like a donkey" he tells me, licking the ends of the leaf until it's pearled.

I continue laughing, finally collapsing under his covers and opening my eyes again once he passes me the blunt. I take a long hit. "I'm gonna go grab the food. You straight?" He asks me. "Yeah. Thank you Fez" I say, smiling. As if reading my mind, he leaves the room and turns the heat down before grabbing the food. I wasn't going to complain about the temperature, it's his house. But I think it's interesting how he can read my thoughts before I even speak my mind to him.

He hands me my plate when he comes back into the room, and gets back in bed, this time sitting next to me. Damn, now I can't see the back of his head.

I thank him and pass him the blunt, taking my first bite, feeling all the flavors melt on my tongue. Am I in heaven? I never knew somebody could make food this good. "I can't believe you made this" I say to him honestly, chewing slowly. "You don't like it?" he asks, seeming hurt. "No, Fez, this is the best lasagna I've ever had" I take another bite.

He offers a small smile and hits the blunt. "I would eat this everyday if I could" I continue. "You can" he mumbles. I smile and take another bite, savoring every moment of this amazing food being in my mouth.

The haze kicks in and once I start feeling more high, the movie isn't so boring anymore. Being with Fez is a comfortable vibe. I feel safe here, away from my house. Away from all the drama with Devin. Home cooked meals and quality time. Better than being drunk alone in my room or arguing with Maddy about something stupid because she's upset about whatever Nate did that day. Peaceful is the only word that can describe the way I feel when I'm with Fez in the comfort of his home.

We haven't talked about the kiss, and he didn't make any moves on me. I'm not sure if I'm happy about the fact I've successfully avoided the whole awkward conversation thing or upset about the lack of communication. He was very clear about wanting to be in my life, but not so clear in what type of way he meant by that. All I know is that feeling his lips on mine was the most amazing thing I've felt in a long time.

We had a quiet night, and he seemed to understand why I didn't go home considering he looked down at my phone every time Devin texted me asking me where I was at. Suddenly, he picked up my phone. He squinted his eyes at the last few texts, re-reading them with a disappointed look on his face. "You just gonna let this pussy talk to you that way?" he asks. I sigh, taking my phone from his hands and putting it back down on the bed. "Just ignore it. Thats what I do all the time" I shrug. He shakes his head and I pass him the blunt.

"Nah I'm good on that" he tells me, staring off into space. "What's wrong?" I ask him, scooting closer. He notices and swallows a lump in his throat, still not changing his mood about the texts. "I don't like the way he talks to you" he tells me honestly. "It doesn't bother me" I lie to him, so he'll forget about it. "I don't care, Sof it bothers me. Shits not right. He sounds abusive as hell." I look away momentarily, thinking of a response.