𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 || atsv - miles 42

𝟏𝟏.

𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨.

I kept an eye on Iris through the crack in the door, watching how she walked around the room. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion but quickly dropped it and outstretched my legs as I took a hit off the blunt -- immediately letting out a quick cough after.

My uncle didn't like me smoking; around him at least. "Lemme catch you smoking in this living room. I'm gon' beat yo ass, and ya mom gon' beat yo ass." I heard it all the time since I've become the Prowler. Uncle Aaron began smoking more when he was the Prowler, and he automatically thought I would do the same. He wasn't wrong. I don't do it as much as it seems, though.

Suddenly, Iris walks out of the room with my phone in her hand. She slowly strolled over and placed my phone on the coffee table before returning to the barstool. The second she put my phone on the coffee table, my phone began to buzz. I took a drag off the blunt before grabbing my phone and staring at the bright screen. The screen displayed an incoming call from my uncle.

I swiped across the bottom of the phone screen to answer the call, holding the phone up to my ear.

"Hey,"  I said into the phone.

"Yo," Uncle Aaron replied. "You gotta get that chick out of my place, kid, someone's coming over."

My face twisted into one of confusion as I glanced over at Iris -- she was sitting on the barstool and tracing patterns onto the granite countertop. I let out a sigh before replying, "aight." I hung up the phone and placed it on the coffee table once again. I pressed the end of the blunt into the small ashtray on the table, putting it out, before tossing it into the small garbage can effortlessly.

"Iris," I called out, standing up from the couch and walking over to her. I shoved my hands into my pocket as I approached her. I stood behind her, waiting for her to turn around. I stared at her patterns on the countertop, circles, squares, stars, triangles...

Suddenly, she turned around, looking up at me with slightly wide eyes. 

"Yeah?" She asked. "Do you... need something?" My eyes quickly darted to the floor before returning my gaze to her chocolate-brown eyes. I cleared my throat before I spoke.

"I gotta take you home, or somewhere," I paused, scratching the back of my neck. I noticed the sudden look of relief in her eyes as soon as I said that.

"Home," she replied quickly. "My mom sounded like she was pissed." I nodded once and walked back over to the coffee table to grab my car keys.

"Let's go," I said, walking to the front door.

-kelpnseaweed

a/n: ts is so bad and short omg but i'm back! (kind of)