Keegan Brown
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I was lying down on my bed just on my social media accounts. It was 2:30 am, and I couldn't fall asleep. Shortly later I got a phone call from Jack, one of the people who buy some drugs from me. I was utterly confused of what he would want at this time of the day.
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"Hello?" I said into the phone.
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"Baby you're so beautiful I can't stop thinking about you!" He slurred out.
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"Can you just call me tomorrow Jack and stop with your stupid games?" I moaned.
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"But baby!" Jack yelled. "I love you, Keegan!"
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I rolled my eyes and hung up and placed my phone on the desk and wrapped my blanket around me. When I was about to close my eyes I heard a knock on my door. I groaned and grabbed my robe and went downstairs. I opened up the door to find someone I was not expecting to see.
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"Seriously Jack!" I stomped my foot and looked at him.
"Can I come in, Keegan?" He asked laughing.
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I opened the door as I smiled and he sat down. "Are your parents home?"
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I looked at him and responded, "I don't live with them anymore. I moved out."
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Jack winked as he took something out of his pocket. I came closer to him and sat down.
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He took about a small bundle of weed and smirked. "Want some?"
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"I'm tired, Jack. I don't think we should do this right now." I replied yawning.
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"Come on, Keegan. I know you have lots of stuff to worry about, so why don't you forget about all the stuff and just relax for a little bit? You didn't smoke weed in a while." He insisted me.
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He was right. I had lots of thing to worry about. My mom is in the hospital with battling cancer, my dog of eighteen years passed away, and my dad lost his vision. Things aren't going great for me at the moment.
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"Give me some." A held out my hand. He gave me a small bundle and lit it with a lighter he has in his pocket. I inhaled and exhaled, immediately becoming less anxious and tense.
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"I miss this!" I blurted out. I went closer into Jack and he put his arm around me.
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He grinned, "I know you did, baby."
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Air Nikes→j.g
Fanfiction"Hey, are those Air Nikes?" "Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sell you drugs, not show you my shoes." In which a girl sells drugs to a boy who falls in love with her. || Story Idea Credit: httpdaddygilinsky © All Rights Reserved // MATURE CONTENT
