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"𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰."
in which the chief of police's son just wants drugs and his drug dealer just wants to be left alone.
"Nah prep, leave. You and Rue shouldn't be here."
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[fezco x male...
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________I've been lookin' for someone to put up with my bullshit
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"Dude, McDonald's is like so fucking unhealthy for you."
Currently sitting on Fezco's hood in a random parking lot, Cody was drunk out of his fucking mind. Four beers down and he was almost done with his fifth.
"I don't give a fuck." Growling, Fezco took a big bite of his burger, a little stoned. "If you ain't tried a big ass Big Mac while stoned, ion wanna talk to you."
"Fatass."
"Mmmm."
The silence was comfortable as it washed over them quietly. The stars were scattered, the parking lot was near empty and the breeze was nice. Taking a swig from his beer can, Cody relaxed against the cool surface of the hood and breathed.
"So like...what's your story Prep?"
"My story?"
"Yeah, your entire life story. Lay it on me."
Cody groaned. "That shit is sooooo boring, Fezco."
"Give me a quick rundown then."
Cody sighed and stretched, missing the way Fezco watched him. "Welllll, My dad's the chief of police, my mom left when I was little, I got a bitch stepmom and I'm expected to follow in my dad's footsteps."
Fezco took a sip from his coke. "I'm guessing you don't want that shit. I mean those are some big ass shoes to fill."
Cody rubbed his face, unable to get his thoughts together. "It's not that I don't want it. It's just a lot of pressure. You know? Like a firehose? Booom."
"Mm. Yous mad drunk Prep."
"Yeah." He laughed and brought the cold beer can up to his sweaty face. "I know."
"You know."
"I know."
Fezco grinned, all handsome and shit and Cody couldn't find it in himself to look away.
"Aight."
"Aight. Story time."
"Mine?"
"Yeah. I wanna know more about you." Cody stared at him through his bangs, resting his chin in his hand as the tip of Fezco's ears turned red. In his drunken state, learning every single thing there was to know about Fezco was his sole mission. "Your likes, your dislikes, your favorite pet- shit do you have a favorite pet? Mines a dog. You know, cause like they're all cuddly and shit and they got those big ass eyes?"
