𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐙 // 𝐂.𝐒.

𝟬𝟬𝟭

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third person pov;

y/n carefully lit her cedar incense and let the smoke freely wrap itself around the light pink crystal. when she knew the smoke touched each face of the crystal, she blew it out and placed the stone in her hand. she clasped her other hand ontop and began whispering her intention.

" my soulmate will find me, they will come as they are and allow me to love them "

she unclasped her hand and looped the necklace around her neck. she laughed at the cool sensation on her skin and cleaned up after herself. when she was done, she plopped onto her bed and grabbed her phone.

she swiped all the unnecessary notifications and went to turn her phone off cause she was bored but then her phone pinged.

𝘤𝘰𝘯 ఌ
i'm outside
read 6:20 pm

y/n almost forgot she had con coming over to bring her weed, and she panicked.

she was panicking not because a drug dealer was coming to her apartment door in a couple seconds, but because a FINE drug dealer was coming to her door in a couple seconds and her lace was on the verge of lifting.

" shit." she murmured more to herself before sprinting around her room, trying to find a comb or something to tame her hair. she quickly found one and began combing it down as fast as she could. and then she heard the three signature knocks, con's signature knocks.

" fuck... COMIN!" she yelled, it was as if she was trying to convince herself she was on her way because she was still in the mirror trying to fix her lashes. when she thought she looked "presentable" enough, she waltzed over to the door and took a deep breath.

" 'sup ma" he said nonchalantly and y/n almost moaned. his voice was so nice, it was like a peaceful melody that she craved to listen to all the time. " hey con, how are you? "

" s'alright, can't complain. you wanted a eighth right? " he began digging into his black hoodie pocket which made y/n take a good look at his outfit. he always looked so basic but he could pull anything off with ease. unlike her who was wearing spandex shorts and a oversized t shirt. con was dressed in an oversized black hoodie, khaki colored cargo pants and jordan 4 black cats.

basic. but the way his silver cuban link chain shined against his skin, or the way his nose stud sat perfectly in his nose, or the many rings that adorned his tatted hand made y/n go ballistic. she tried not to eye fuck him for too long but she heard him laugh and got knocked out of her daze.

" you see sum you like? " he joked before handing her the weed. " i was jus looking at your shoes, they're fire. " she complimented and did a mini victory dance in her head at how smooth her save was.

con looked down at his feet, then hers. " i fuck with your slides. " y/n looked down at her feet and saw her pink nike slides and laughed. " oh you got jokes? now what if i didn't pay you? then who would be the comedian nigga? "

con laughed for what felt like the nth time tonight, " yea ight, you don't have to pay me y/n. you know this. " con slid his hands in his pocket and leaned against her apartment door frame, and y/n felt like there was about to be a TSUNAMI in her pants.

[ NAH NAH IM JUS PLAYIND LAMOSND]

y/n did know she never had to pay con but she liked supporting black owned businesses, even if it was illegal ones. "hm i guess, are you sure though? i got the money rig-"

con cut her off by standing off the door frame, "it's alright, have a good night y/n" and with that he started to walk down her apartment hall towards the elevator. "night con' " she semi yelled before closing the door.

"OMFG..." she almost shouted, jumping in place before running back to her room so she could roll a blunt.

when she went to spark up, she heard light knocking on her room door. "open" she shouted and continued to light her blunt.

"damn, you weren't gonna share?"

"stingy ass nigga" safaa yelled from behind hana as they both plopped onto her mattress. y/n rolled her eyes before poking her lips out at the duo. " did y'all chip in? oh okay." she joked while taking a quick puff.

"um if im correct i could've swore i heard con's manly ass voice go 'you never have to pay ma because i wanna fuck' " hana mimicked con's voice making safaa laugh beside her.

"he didn't say that, bitch"

"he BASICALLY did, no drug dealer jus giving out weed bro" safaa clapped back. y/n rolled her eyes for the nth time before passing the blunt to hana.

"if he wanted too, i would've BEEN let him.. you know this" y/n defended. "yea alright, that nigga prolly don't know because of your WEAK ass flirtinggg" safaa took the blunt from hana making her kiss her teeth.

" 'oh con i love your shoes please fuck me' " hana teased while making fake moaning noises. "y'all can get out if you're gonna be dissing me and my man, and y'all don't wanna talk abt fucking because hana, that nigga armin was upstairs calling you mommy yesterday and safaa told eren you would let hi-"

"ALRIGHT BITCH DAMN!" safaa interjected before handing the blunt back to y/n. "forreal, don't talk abt my baby armin" hana groaned.

y/n laughed at her roomates as they continued their rotation, joking with each other here and there until the blunt was nothing but a roach.

" 'm sleepy" hana yawned as she grabbed y/n's throw blanket. "you cant hang at all hana," safaa began before pulling out her phone. her acrylics were rapidly typed against the keyboard before she started smiling.

"alright i'm leaving" safaa began to get up before y/n threw a pillow at her. "um leaving where?" she quirked her eyebrow up trying to mimic 🤨, but it ultimately failed because she began laughing at herself.

"i'm going OUT... is that okay motherr?" safaa annunciated the word 'out' as she made her way out of the bedroom. y/n didn't have the energy to keep up with safaa when she was high, she turned around to see hana slumped and snickered.

she took out her phone and snapped a couple pictures for her "blackmail" album and then cut on the tv, put a random netflix movie on and then passed out.

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a/n:
WELCOME TO ROSE QUARTZ OMFG HEYYY ANYWAYS UHH THIS CHAPTER IS ASS BUT ITS GONNA HAVE TO DO BYE 😝