⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"I knew this was a bad idea."

warning — drug usage

Stepping outside my house, I quickly inserted my key into the front door's knob, locking it before wiggling it with my hand just in case it's not secured. The neighborhood was dark and peacefully quiet. A full moon hiding behind grey clouds. Crickets chirping so loud and seeming so close by but found nowhere in sight. A tall lamp post not too far away flickered uncontrollably, fighting to stay alive. The atmosphere warm but a chilling breeze creeping on my skin every few seconds.

A familiar black Mercedes AMG GT along with tinted windows awaited by the curb—the opposite side of the street. Walking towards the vehicle, I glanced both ways before crossing the street upon noticing his headlights set to low beam.

I shot a quick text to my mother hours earlier informing her I'd be gone when she arrives home. It's believable when I say I'm going out with a friend. If only she knew exactly what I've been doing. Basically, my best friend and I sell hardcore drugs in random, closed off, secretive locations. She'd be on my ass for God knows how long. We need the money though.

Swinging the car door open before shutting it behind me, I place a medium sized duffle bag on the car floor, adjusting the radio to low volume seconds after.

"What's up?" He's leaned back in the driver's seat, his attention glued to whatever it is on his phone, eyebrows furrowed, the action of him licking his lips takes place. Skimming over his appearance, he's wearing suitable ripped jeans that literally makes him look perfect. Boxers are showing of course, along with a white hoodie. I find it oddly attractive that he wears his pants low. He told me once it gives him "dick space." His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his perfectly, well-designed tattoos as if he just came from the tattoo shop yesterday. A huge bandage wrapped around his hand only to have his fingertips left visible. Yeah, he gets in some brutal fights here and there. Me, his go-to when he needs to be treated with first aid.

"Nothing much. You're heading to our usual spot, right?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

"Yeah. It takes effort driving around trying to find secluded areas. Not trying to do that right now." he said before putting the car in gear and speeding out of the neighborhood onto the busy roads.

***

Upon arriving at the familiar road, Knight Boulevard, Jason turned into the semi-dark alley following it. The alley was almost like a cave but thankfully, there's always these dim, but bearable white and multicolored lights on each side of the buildings that help support our vision.

After Jason's car comes to a complete stop, killing the engine, he glances over at me.

"Yo, open the glove compartment for me real quick. I don't know if my gun is in there or not. I'll get the bags from the trunk." The words left his mouth as he exited from the driver's seat, whipping the door shut shortly after.

I opened his glove compartment like he asked. It took me a few tries to succeed with his complicated ass opening, but managed to open it.

First thing that comes into view are two condoms with silver covering that instantly fall out. I inwardly grinned and rolled my eyes. There's a yellow notepad, a crushed up piece of paper, chapstick that's kiwi flavored?—that's new, and a small instructional booklet for his car in particular. Then, I feel something metal, answering Jason's question. I take out his Beretta pistol, putting his precious condoms back after. I gather my belongings before getting out and slamming the car door shut.