What if Maddy and Travis were to see each other again? What if they had a story that went beyond that night of the party, outside of those bathroom walls?
Loosely very loosely based on Euphoria
I do not own the rights to any of the characters from...
Travis groans tiredly as he rolls over to check the time, noon is quite early for a high school dropout. He notices his phone is blown the fuck up by his boss, time to get this work.
I shoot Boss a message real quick and let him know I'm on the way, knowing damn well I still need to get ready for the day. Boss already knows I'll be late, shit we black that's already understood. I make my bed up real quick, nothing too special I just try to tidy up a little before I dip for the day. Shit, shower, and shave is my daily routine.
I mean, of course, washing my face and all the other important things niggas should be doing. These fools be showing up to work musty as fuck, and no it ain't the weed I sell that smells like that funk.
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Spraying on my Armani, I go ahead and throw my chains on, then grab my keys heading out the door. When I get in my Mercedes, the smell of weed smacks me in the face. That's when I remembered, I ain't fucking smoke today... I reach into my armrest grabbing a roach from my baggy. After sparking up real quick I dip off to the trap, blasting Pound Cake/Paris Morton, today gone be a good day I hope.
After driving across town I reach the trap, Boss is outside on the patio waiting.
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Boss is a scary man, I wouldn't fuck over on this man EVER. He shot down one of his runners for smoking the whole stash and not paying up on what he owed when it was time, then smiled while doing so. A straight-up psychopath, but as long as I do what I need to he ain't gone do nothing to me. That was a coke deal though and I don't dabble in those sales at all, the good thing about Boss is he doesn't care what we do as long as he gets paid then we can get paid.
"Wassup T" Boss daps me up bringing me into a side hug while slipping what I need to sell in the duffle slightly open.
"What's good Boss?" Boss smiles at me, eyes concealed by his shades. He had an accident long ago, because of that he never reveals his eyes.
"You've been doing a good job kid, keep that shit up" I nod at his approval then go get my ass to work.
I do my usual post for orders and immediately I get kids from my old high school, East Highland requesting deliveries. I charge extra to new customers for delivery if they only coppin' a gram, but most of them don't care. That school is crawling with potheads or wannabes anyway. Especially those white kids they don't care as long as they can get their hands on something.
