In the morning;

2. High

"My name's Vanessa!" The woman in front of him beamed. Fletcher eyed her up and down, taking in every detail of her. Her rose lips, her dark hazel eyes reminding those who get to admire them of the breezy autumn weather. Though the admiration was mostly ruined when she parted her lips which he cherished at first. "Let's just check the expiry date okay, I honestly want to get this over with. I mean by the looks of you. You're probably doing this for the sex." Cleo told him. Fletcher sat in the booth taken aback. He hadn't expected such an abrupt comment from her, though he complied and viewed the expiry date with her. Four weeks, he could utilize that. Cleo had suggested that she accompanies Fletcher at his apartment for the following weeks, even though she seemed to have an animus towards him. She had made herself at home, mostly by filling the bathroom with her make-up bags and such.

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The heavy beat of the song shook the entire club, smells of alcohol and sweat suffocating the room. Fletcher thought it would be a good idea to go out with his friends before Cleo came home from her family, seeing as to how much they annoyed each other. Fletcher had gotten intoxicated by the drinks and was currently talking to a girl with locks as dark as the night, her eyes were blue, reminding him of the ocean on a warm summer day. "I didn't want to say this in front of your boyfriend, but fuck you look so hot." He slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Do you want to dance?" He asked, Amelia, the girl, quickly obliged. Fletcher nodded, taking her hand as he downed the rest of his drink.

They reached the middle of the dance floor, with her back pressed to her front, he felt Amelia grind her bum against him. A small groan escaped Fletcher's lips as he took a hold of her waist, guiding her movements. Still moving to the rhythm of the song. Amelia turned around to face him, also wrapping her arms around his neck. Fletcher took a steady breath and rested his forehead against hers, a smirk on his lips as he started leaning in closer to her. Their lips just inches apart before the circular device both in Amelia and Fletcher's pocket let out a warning noise. "The following actions you are thinking of undergoing, will be against the rules of the system and lead to banishment." The device spoke, resulting into Fletcher grunting. Of course, it's practically cheating but it's not like he had a say whether he wanted to stay in his current relationship "Fuck.. Look I'll find you when this stupid relationship with my girl is over, okay?" Fletcher told the girl in front of him, who seemed to be bummed out that he wasn't going to give into his menace ways. He most definitely wasn't a cheater, even though this could be considered cheating to some already. He did feel guilty about it, but found it even more stupid that Amelia wished to continue.

Fletcher stayed at a motel that night. He sat in silence on the disheveled cheap mattress, the wood of the bed frame cracking with every movement he had made while sitting down. After a while he had gotten up from the practically broken down bed and made his way to the small bathroom, which was clearly unkept as well. He let out a sigh and took a shower, letting the bleak droplets sober him up a little. He made his way back home the next morning after a night's rest with the muck and insects. As he entered the apartment, Cleo was pacing around the room, stepping on the wooden floorboards as she instantly spoke about how she was worried sick about where he had been. In all honesty , Fletcher might have cared, if it was someone who he actually had genuine interest in, however that was not the case. Fletcher rubbed his face, "Could you please stop talking?" He sighed, this seemed to take Cleo by surprise. "Excuse me?" She replied to Fletcher.

"You are most definitely excused." He said hastily, standing up from the chair he was slumping in, "I am off." Fletcher muttered as he slipped his coat on, receiving a loud grumbling noise to erupt from Cleo's lips, "You have got to be kidding me Fletcher! You were gone all night and now you're leaving again?!" She complained, in all honesty, she probably loathed Fletcher as much as he did with her, though there was a certain thing Cleo absolutely adored about him. Take a guess, not his personality, it's his nether region and appearance. Which shouldn't be much of a surprise to Fletcher either, seeing as he's gotten used to people just liking that of him. Whilst in deep thought  Fletcher had gathered his essentials, such as his wallet and keys. "I am going out to buy some drinks, enjoy whatever the fuck you usually tend to do while I'm gone." He told her, exiting the building and making his way across the pavement that was connected to the apartment complex.

Whilst walking, he observed the people around him, many people held a device, not necessarily the relationship coach though. There were many more devices, some even so messed up it would give you literal insight on some people's life, technology had come a far way. He sighed to himself, it was quite ridiculous, that some depend so much on it.

Seeing as Fletcher was wandering around in his mind, he didn't pay quite a lot of attention to his surroundings. His train of thoughts was interrupted when he was cut off by a few children hurried abreast of him, the corners of Fletcher's lips twitched upwards as he saw the small herd of whippersnappers, still oblivious to how fucked up the world truly was. Fletcher walked in after the kids and through the grand halls of the mall. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted someone who immediately had caught his attention. She was like a snow fox, that decided to play human. Her hair had the color of the first snow of the season, with eyes so dark they reminded him of the blackest of the gemstones, there was a mystery within them.

Her name was as ambiguous as her looks, it didn't fit her yet it did, her name was Primrose.