𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐩/ᶠᵉᶻᶜᵒ

*𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧*

________Baby, You're not her.

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Something happened. Cody could tell. The remnants of last night left him with a throbbing hangover and bitchy attitude but he knew something happened with Fezco. He just didn't know what.

He knew he got mad drunk, he knew they went to McDonald's, sat on the hood of the drug dealer's car. But what did they talk about? What fuckery came out of Cody's mouth because damn, the alcohol always hit him way too hard.

Saying he was scared was overrated but he did drag his feet a bit walking up to Fezco's front door after practice, hood up to shield him from the heavy rain.

"Pull the fuck up when you sober." That's another thing Cody remembered but that was it. He must have had something important to tell him.

It was Fezco that opened the door, (thank god) but the air seemed thick; felt a little hard to breathe.
Once the drug dealer gave him an eased smile, everything was okay again.

"Prep."

"Yo." Cody nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, that knowing look in Fezco's expression, setting the brunette on edge. "You gonna let me in?"

"Nah I was gonna make you stand there in the rain, all wet and shit."

"Prick."

Fezco stepped aside and gestured. "Sorry you're majesty. Come on in."

"Shut up," relieved, Cody made his way into the house, Fezco muttering a "petty ass bitch," under his breath.

"You wanna repeat that?"

"I want you to take your shoes off and shut the fuck up. Stay a while."

"Why am I here?"

"So you don't remember?"

"Nah. Only bits and pieces." Going over to the couch, Cody flopped onto it and closed his eyes only to open them back up again when he heard a click.

"Dude, enough with the fucking guns!" Staring into a barrel and a pissed off Ashtray, Cody shoved it away, giving him the finger.

"I've been aimed at seven times this month," he counted on his fingers for emphasis. "Knock it the fuck off."

"Yo Ash, put it away man," Fezco said, coming into the room with a beer and juice box.