𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗹𝘆𝗻 a childhood friend of Rue has moved back into town where she'll experience a teenage landscape of sub-stance-enhanced parties and anxiety-ridden day-to-day life with empathy and candor. She meets one of Rue's friends, Fezco, and fal...
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I woke up to an extreme headache, I sat up. I can barely remember anything from last night. I then noticed I was in Fez's room. Did he and I sleep together? Did I accidentally kiss him again? I stood up and saw that I had one of Fez's shirts, my makeup was also wiped off.
What the hell happened last night?
I went into his bathroom and grabbed toothpaste and placed it on my finger to brush my teeth, I then drunk some mouth wash. After all that, I tied my hair up into a bun
I walked into the living room extremely nervous
"Good morning," Fez says while he and Ash were eating
"Good morning."
"That shit was bomb." Ash got up and placed his bowl in the sink and went into his room
I sat down on the couch and sighed
"You don't want to eat anything?" Fez asks while he got up and placed his bowl inside the sink
"I'm okay. You have any Motrin?"
"Yeah, I got you." He went into his kitchen cabinet and took two pills out. He poured me a cup of water and gave it to me
I took the drug and closed my eyes, "So..what the fuck happened last night?"
"Well..you were kissing Nate and I stopped you."
"You're joking right?"
"Nah."
"Is that all though?"
"After I stopped you, I took you outside and you slapped me."
"I'm so sorry Fez. See this is the reason why I don't drink."
"It's all cool." He says and someone knocks on the door
Rue walks in already having something to say, Fez goes into a room where his grandma is on a vent.
"Yo, Fez. So you know how in every 90s thriller, right, Morgan Freeman plays, like, the same semi-psychic black cop."
"Yeah." He says while he's sponging his grandma
"So, I know that's kind of racist but the point is, in every movie, he's always calmly putting the fucking pieces of the case together, while everyone else around him is fucking freaking out saying you don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Morgan. You're—You're a fucking bad husband. You should fucking retire. But no. Morgan is fucking hyper-focused. Because he can see beyond the little details. He's looking for the big fuckin' picture. Because of all this shit? It's connected, Fez. And it is bigger than any of us can ever fucking see." she nods and points at her head, "The point is, that's me. Right now, that is fucking me. I can see everything so fucking clearly. I know what happened, I know why it happened, and I know what the fuck I'm gonna do about it."
