A place full of pill poppers and drama filled teenagers, she was the breath of fresh air that he needed. And he was the stain in her squeaky clean life. Her own personal euphoria.
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Charity sat in the living room as she and Fezco finished watching some old show that was just background noise as they talked to each other. She was enjoying her time staying with Fezco and his brother.
But she knew that their time together was coming to an end because she needed to get back home because her dad was starting to blow her phone up.
"Come help me and Ash set up the pretzel truck for later on. We gone be the hottest people out tonight." He said as he looked at her from his spot on the couch.
Her legs were thrown into his lap as she leaned her head against the armrest of the couch. His fingers tickled her legs as he absentmindedly drew patterns on her legs. His fingers teasing the hem of her shorts. The soft skin making him feel a heat rise inside his chest.
"Why are you guys opening a pretzels stand at the fair?"
"To sell drugs!" Ashtray yelled from his place in the kitchen.
"Oh my god, bruh." Fezco groaned.
Charity chuckled and then looked at Fezco who looked a little embarrassed. He knew that Charity didn't care about what he did for a living but he still felt a little embarrassed that he couldn't offer her something better.
