KILLING ME SOFTLY 𖣔 EUPHORIA [FEZCO]

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-just a reminder that the dialogue where words are italicized is rue narrating like she does in the show

So, that's the same guy who came to talk to you? How the fuck did he even know where you lived?" Fezco questioned, taking the blunt from his lips, ashing it out of the window.

The ginger carefully handed it over to Priscilla. She leaned forward in the passenger's seat, her small hands holding onto his for support as she took a hit.

The girl blew out the smoke, a small cough erupted from her throat. Fezco reached over, rubbing small circles onto the girl's back as she caught her breath.

"How am I supposed to know? But yeah, that's him. That's Nate's dad."

Fez ran a hand over his face as he groaned, shaking his head. "The fuck was the point of coming to the shop, though? Tryin' to intimidate me or something."

The girl's silence became louder than the Don Toliver playing. Priscilla leaned up in her seat, her arms crossing over her chest as she stared at Fezco.

The boy gave in to the attitude chance, glancing between the road and the beauty. "What?" he questioned.

Priscilla deepened her voice, dramatically imitating Fezco's voice, "Lexi Howard. Uh, well yeah, we got plenty of those."

Her face twisted up in disgust, just thinking about the encounter. She scoffed, continuing to look outside of the window.

"Would you stop?" Fezco brought the blunt to his lips, taking another hit before speaking. "I was just being polite."

"Either you're clueless Fez, or you really just don't get it. Lexi wasn't there to fucking buy anything."

"I don't think that girl would come all the way like that just to see me, P."

"I did," Priscilla admitted, trying to prove her point. She knew how girls her age thought, the lengths they would go to make their presence known to the guy they desire. The intention was clear as day to her.

Fezco began to smirk at the girl's confession but the pleasure upon his face dropped, Priscilla obviously displeased.

He placed the blunt back between his lips, holding it tightly as he used his hand to reach over. He placed his hand on top of Priscilla's knee, "P."

The boy tried to use touch as a comfort but like it was a reflex, Priscilla continued to reject it. She moved over to her right, letting Fezco's hand drop. Priscilla could feel her insecurities beginning to eat her alive as she leaned closer towards the window.

The girl decided to say fuck it, and just ask the question that wondered in her mind.

"Did anything happen?"

"What you mean?" Fezco quickly replied, his copper colored eyebrows raising on his forehead, "you seriously mean, between me and Lexi. Hell nah, man."

Priscilla shook her head as her doubt built and built. "Don't do that, I'm not joking."

But Fezco couldn't hold back his laughter. To him, Priscilla was being absolutely ridiculous. The night of New Year's, Fezco continuously tried to locate his ex girlfriend. Whenever he would see Kat and Maddie walk by, he made sure to stop them every time. No one knew where the girl had been, not even me. Mind you, whenever I would go to Priscilla, I would clung onto her like a life-raft. Fezco knew he couldn't bring that up to her though. He didn't want to fuel the argument even more, and make Priscilla think he was being defensive. Because in everything, she was right to angry in what she saw.