A/N : Drugs aren't illegal if they aren't found!
btw, TW for use of drugs
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Summary (im too used to AO3) : drugs
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"I have Cocaine, Crack, Ketamine, Marijuana.. Oh, I sell weed too." The girl grins, taking a few drugs.
Tommy thinks she's on drugs.
"Uhm.. I don't— What's your name?" Tommy asks, definitely with no nervousness in her voice.
The girl hesitates for a moment.
"I'm Reneer. Successful drug dealer. Queer as fuck. Any pronouns." Reneer says very swagly (yes thats a real word) , handing out drugs to Tommy.
What.
"I distribute drugs to people who I think should have drugs." Reneer smiles, placing a bag of Cocaine (??) .
"I-I'm a minor, sorry. I can't—"
"Take 'em."
"...Thank you for this sacred gift."
"Of course, kid."
Tommy thinks she might cry a bit.
They seem too nice to be a drug dealer, too nice.
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It was currently 2am in the morning when Tommy called Rain.
"Pick up, you bitch." She grumbles before Rain picked up the face time.
"What the fuck do you want— ARE THOSE DRUGS IN YOUR HAND!?—"
"Hhhiii Rraaiinnn!!! Guess whaf!" Tommy says happily, Rain looking like a banana thanks to her drugged fucking Cocaine vision.
"Toms, did you take drugs?—"
"Rrraaaiinnn... whwwhy aren't you best friends with rain?"
Rain feels like she might cry.
"I'm calling Fanta to pick you up." She says, cutting the call.
"FANTA!!???" Tommy exclaims, in shock.
Theres no bloody way Fanta is real. He was a fucking ginger haired hot as fuck guy that appeared in Tommy's dream! No way he's real.
Reneer's Cocaine must be incredibly strong, because what the fuck.
It took about 30 minutes, before a camry pulled up at Tommy's exact location.
How did Rain have her exact location.
"Hi." The same old, annoying calls.
Why couldn't Rain pick her up.
Fucking bitch. cuddling with Mattew. I bet.
"What the fuck."
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A/N : I LOVED WRITING THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH. i also really really reaallly love drugs !!!! /j
they taste like shit, actually. have you like ever wanted to put cocaine in coke? or is that just me??
anywqys see yiu in the next chapter!!!!!!!
(dont fucking correct my spelling errors, IM NOT STORY WRITING WNYMORE!!)
word count : 345
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Tom x Fanta
AléatoireTommy (not innit, ME.) bumps into someone on the way home. What happens next? crack fic i wrote ab me & my friends, but now not so fixated on finishing. will probably write SBI fics sooner or later !
