ALLEYWAY ALLIANCE (boy x boy) [ONGOING]

CHAPTER ONE : Not That Addicted

I wouldn't consider myself an addict. No, really. I can stop when I want. I just choose not to. Sure, it feels nice. I like it. But I'd do fine without any weed. I don't even need to try to stop.

I heard of a new dealer across the street. He's selling at crazy good prices. One would think he's mass producing. I found him by chance—I wasn't even looking today. Lucky I got fifty bucks on me.

"Thirty-five for three grams?" I ran my fingers across his puffer jacket, looking at the sheet of paper he handed me.

"I grow it myself. Got good soil, I guess." He smiled.

He's definitely not the type of guy I'd expect to do cannabis. He's soft-spoken. He looks kind. The type of person chicks call 'the nice guy' but he turns out to be actually nice and not just looking for sex.

"Does it grow fast?"

"About as fast as my fingernails, I'd say."

"That's good. I tried growing my own. I failed immediately. Not for me."

The guy laughed. His laugh seems like one that all the girls would rave about. In their little groups, with their long clicky fingernails. Just saying "Oh, I love his laugh!" and all the others giggling after her like a call and response.

I looked him up and down. Yeah, I should get to know him. "What's your name?" I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Kenji. What's yours?" He responded.

"Carson." I say.

"Nice name. Wanna exchange numbers?" He pulled out a phone from seemingly nowhere.

I get put into a state of panic and scandale around, looking for my phone. Patting all my pockets. But nothing. I look back at him. "I don't have it on me." I say with a sheepish laugh.

"That's okay! I have an old receipt on me somewhere." He searched around for a while and pulled out an old crumpled up receipt. He wrote a number on it with a star at the end. He handed it to me.

The star seems childish, but it made me snicker. In a good way. This guy's really set on getting my number. Not sure why. I'm nothing special.
I stuffed it in my pocket and tapped him on the head before starting to walk away.

"Wait! Don't you want some weed?" He called for me.

I turned back. Yeah, sure. Why not? I threw my fifty at him and he gave me a bag. With change. Wow.

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I can't believe I ran out already. I'm down bad, aren't I? I guess I'm going back. I kinda miss that guy. Kenji, was it? Funny. I don't usually remember names. He's in the same spot he was yesterday. I texted him last night, he didn't respond. I don't normally care at all, but that kinda hurt me. I'm craving to talk to him again. I've never felt this way for someone before. He's cool though.

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"Carson." He greeted me with my name. No one's ever done that before.

"Kenji." I teased back.

"Already out?"

I blush. Out of embarrassment, of course. I hand him a hundo. "Six grams please."

He smiled teasingly and handed me my change with my two plastic bags. I like his smile.

I rarely ever use manners. Not sure what's possessing me to use them with him.

It goes silent, and we start to hear something. At first, it sounds like an annoying bird of some kind. Then, as we both listen closer, it's a baby. A baby's cry. No one's shushing it down. Is the baby alone? No way, right? It sounds oddly close. There's no road for about a mile. It's just the in-betweens of huge long buildings.