quitting.

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No more drugs
No more drugs
No more drugs
drugs.

That was the only thing i thought about while getting ready for this stupid fucking party, I don't want to let Fez down, I smile just thinking about our kiss, thats whats getting me through this, Him.

I really didn't feel like this party tonight, so i just put my hair in a bun, my waves falling out and sitting in front of my face. I wore a vest and some jeans with some plain trainers. Not very party-ish but hey.

I walk out the door and walk down the road to his shop, and there he is, sat on his chair, smoking a joint.
"Hey beautiful, how ya doin'?"
I blush and walk over
"fineee, Im still clean"

i sigh.

"thats my girl"

my girl?
i blush, of course.

he pulls me on his lap and we laugh on for a few minutes before setting off to the party

We arrive just after sundown, i knew this was a bad idea, my hands are already shaking and i honestly feel sick to my stomach. Fez grips my hand as we walk in, i wave to a few people but decide to keep away from the majority, me and Fez sit down on some old couch outside. He sits down first and i plonk down next to him, Not even a second after i sit he pulls me onto his lap, i'm now straddling him.

"what are you doing" I giggle

"distracting you" he laughs, I can barely hear him, the music pounds against my ear drums. He pulls me in for a sloppy kiss, and all of a sudden all of my surroundings disappear, the music fades away, and its just me and him in my head. Thats how you know you fallen for someone. He slides his finger up and down my back teasing me, so i scratch my finger nails up and down his head, he likes that, i can tell.
He wraps his big hands around my waist and interlocks his fingers tightly against my back, pulling me closing and kissing me harder. He grabs my neck tightly, but not too tight, just enough. He's gentle, yet aggressive and thats what I love.
"We should go someplace else"
He whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps down my back.

I stand up and grab his hand, i walk him inside the house and up the stairs as he places his other hand on the small of my back, I take him into the first empty room i see,

thank god this door has a lock.

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