Curly Imagine

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Imagine for trashytights enjoy!! xx ❤️



"You both got high temperatures," Angela sighed as she felt me and Curly's foreheads. "Well I guess your both sitting in here all day, not like you guys would care." She snickered walking out of the room. I turned on my side and laid my head on Curly's chest.

"I feel like I'm about to vomit," he groaned covering his face. "Ugh I do to now that you said something." I groaned turning over facing the trash can next to me. "Sorry Faith." Curly chuckled.

After rejecting my breakfast into the garbage can next to me, I turned to face Curly and groaned laying my head on his chest gripping his shirt feeling a sudden burst of pain in my stomach. "I'm sorry you're sick," he laughed making me laugh as well.

Tim walked in and smirked at the sight of us. "Well damn, Angela wasn't wrong." He snickered taking a seat next to us lighting a cancer stick. "What do you want," Curly asked making Tim chuckle.

"I need some money," Tim said puffing smoke into my face. Curly grabbed me pulling me to him close grabbing his wallet. "How much you need Tim." He sighed rubbing his head that was beaded with sweat. "Fifty bucks." He said making Curly look up at him with a glare. "Why the hell do you need fifty dollars for!" He snapped slamming his wallet to the table. "To pay rent, do you wanna live here or not." Tim said his eyes going hard and firm.

Curly sighed giving him 35 dollars. "That's all I have Tim." He said making me sigh my heart breaking for him. I pulled out my wallet and gave him the rest of the money. "Faith what are you doing." Curly said grabbing my wrist. "I love you and I wanna help you and there's nothing you can do to stop me from doing that."

He smiled at me pulling me in for a kiss. "Bleh well thanks for the money. I'll pay y'all back once I get the money." He said before walking out the door. I cuddled back up to Curly and closed my eyes. "Thank you Faith. You have no idea how much that meant to me." He said kissing the top of my head. I smiled to myself yawning lightly. "Now I gotta go," Curly rushed sitting up and ejecting his food into the trash can as I rubbed his back.

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