Downers [Andrew Graves X Male OC]

Chapter 9: Owe me

[I want to say I'm including modern music because I'm struggling finding other ones he'd listen to. The artists won't be as discussed so it doesn't matter.]

The morning started with Andrews back pressed against you, his neck and ear exposed with him sound asleep in front of you. Instinctively you press a kiss on the back of his neck and stretch. He groans and pulls the cover over his head to get more sleep, you laugh and get out of bed from your side to not wake him more.

"Done fucking my brother?" Ashley scares you from the sink and you facepalm, hoping you're still dreaming but the cold air against your legs and stomach wakes you up more. "You're actually kinda hot." She adds while eyeing you and you quickly put your black cargos back on, giving her a weak smile. "We didn't fuck but thanks, and only kinda? Ouch." You unsurprisingly don't feel hungover, only craving a cigarette but you postpone it. "Yeah.. I didn't look at your chest before." She stops you putting on your shirt to run her hands over the ink crossing your shoulders and going to your back. You pull back and give her a weird look while wiping her handprints off of you. "Yeah, those sluts I fucked liked them too." You smile wider as she whines and pushes you, "You always ruin our moments." "I try." You laugh more, seeing her upset thinking about your pasts while she goes back to eating your leftovers from last night.

"I'm gonna shower, wake Andrew up so we can go out." You head into the bathroom, Ashley excitedly going to bug her brother. You lock the door and undress, starting the hot water and you put your clothes on top of the washer before you begin scrubbing and enjoy yourself relaxing under the water.

Soon after you rinse your hair out, you're dry and clothed. Mostly. Your hair wouldn't stop dripping so you opt out of ruining your shirt and stay bare. You give your hair another shake and scrunch before walking out to the main room and grabbing your bag. As you search you feel a familiar hand on your shoulder, tracing the cobra you have. You reach your right arm out to show the tail on the back of your neck going down and circling your arm till the head rests on your top carpals. "It's my favorite." You tell Andrew who's staring as you put on a black wife beater, better to wear less as you dry. "Your whole fucking arms are covered, man..." He observes there barely being any empty skin left on either arm but they space out more on your chest.

You shrug and go to the closet to grab the gun and put it between your boxers and pant band. They get dressed as well and Ashley takes your wallet for you. "Nice try, let me see it." "Only if you say pretty please." "I have a gun." She hands you the wallet and you laugh, seeing her defeated so easy. "Where do you wanna go?" Andrew asks while tying his shoes, "We need the paper..." You give them money and change for food."..and I should go on a walk. I'll meet you guys at that takeout thing?" They agree and you head out first, preparing your tired body for a long walk.

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You make it two miles away and head into a dirty gas station. After looking around and deciding on just smokes, you head to the counter and make small talk with the cashier before asking about the different packs, wanting one with a beaded filter. He shows you a menthol one and you agree instantly, adding a white lighter as well. You take your wallet out of your pocket before a girl interrupts, setting her Snapple onto the counter and pushes a twenty before you can. "I've got it." You look down to see a brunette with a ponytail and a red bow. "Thank you. You're sweet, but I can get it." You begin to pull cash out but she pushes your hand down and shakes her head.

"No really- it's okay, you always only got cigarettes, Omen."

Your heart stops and a ball forms in your throat, a small thank you is heard from you before you grab your cigarettes and quickly walk out the station.