gasoline [boyxboy]

four

"don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man"

Connor rolled down the window and watched as the foggy air inside the car was replaced by the cold Chicago air. They were parked near a dirt road as Enzo lazily emptied a pouch full of pills and other illicit substances onto the dashboard in front of them, the different colours standing out against the grey. Enzo didn't even hesitate before sticking out his tongue and placing a light pink pill on it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned backwards, head lolling against the side.

Connor was almost about to check for his pulse before he noticed Enzo's eternal smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. His eyes alternated between Enzo's dreamy expression and the dashboard before he imitated Enzo and popped a pink pill too.

The sense of euphoria was instantaneous. Connor could feel his pupils dilating between the sudden bursts of vibrancy flashing behind his eyelids. He could feel the increased thumping of his heart and the blood flowing through his veins, giving him an escape from the cold air filling the space between him and Enzo. He was extremely aware of his surroundings, could almost hear the leaves crunching in the bushes around the car.

He was extremely aware of Enzo too, how the sweat rolled down his temple in slow droplets. How his eyes crinkled at the edges as him smirk turned into lazy smile, his crooked teeth peeking through the gaps of his lips.

His senses were hypersensitive, forming an unsteady bond between what was happening inside his body, and around it. The bursts of euphoria were accompanied with slight cold breezes, the soothing music on the radio fading slowly, mixing with the bright colors emerging beneath his eyelids.

He didn't realize he'd been laying like this for too long until he felt the slight grazing of someone's fingertips on his exposed arm.

He opened his eyes to come across Enzo's bony fingers absentmindedly trailing on his arm, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a soft tune leaving from his lips. It wasn't what was being played, instead he recognized the song from his mom's old tapes, the ones Violet would now use to muffle the sounds of her having sex.

"What song is that?"

"Your man," Enzo managed to mumble out, still humming the song.

His dysfunctional life was only going to get worse if he continued to be here, hanging around Enzo, popping pills instead of work.

He had to get out of here. He'd planned his entire life around it.

But, did he still want to leave? 

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