vance hopper ,, one shots ,,

- dealer -

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Your heart pounding as you walk towards the secluded abandoned parking lot you've grown to love.

The beautiful graffiti made on the walls, a few teenagers fighting over a cigarette made you feel like at home.

It reminded you of your parents, fighting like rabid animals. The parking lot reminded you of your run down house, ugly and full of shitty memories.

,but there was always that one good thing. In your house you loved your little room listening to alex G, muffling out the screaming and sounds of breaking glass.

In the parking lot was your dealer. His dark blue eyes you can get lost in all day. His curly hair made you smile. his dark eye bags reminded you of coffee.

"hi!" you say, smiling so hard it hurts.

It hurts you even more that he doesnt say hi back, but he never did so it was normal.

"you have the money?" he says with a emotion you can never read. His hands in his pocket gripping the pocket knife he had.

"yup, always do." you say, smiling still. You grab the thirty dollars you stole from your parents to buy cannabis, but it was also to see him.

Smoking was your getaway from home.  tired of constance yelling, bruises and cuts. Everyone has coping mechanisms.

you pass him the money as he passes you the seven grams of cannabis he had hiding in his pocket.

"Go." he says sternly.

You smile at him waving before turning around and walking away.

His eyes were placed on you as you walk away, his cheeks turn rosey red as he sighs.

Being a dealer meant dealing with consequences. He didnt know he would be dealing with his thoughts and feelings towards a girl.

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Listening to dealer by lana del rey made me make this