that's not our deal

one of one.

Eddy squinted at the blaring light casting through his curtains. It is way too fucking early to wake up damn it. He reached over to the other side of the bed expecting to find a warm body lying down next to him, but all he found was crumpled sheets and a hint of scent that’s specifically him that left the only evidence that he did in fact slept with him last night. He frowned.

Oh well, it’s not like it’s something new. Might as well start my day.

He got up from his bed and instantly felt woozy. Wow fuck how much did we do last night?  With little consciousness, he headed towards the bathroom to start his everyday routine. He looked at the mirror and saw his reflection staring directly at him. And I look like shit as well, fantastic. He slapped his face, then jumped straight to the shower, wanting to feel better and awake to power through the whole day.

As soon as he finished his bath, he grabbed his phone by the bedside table and saw a notification in the home screen.

“It was nice to be with you again. Hope to see you again tonight, maybe? Your place? I got the goods.”

He frowned once more. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. The drop from smoking too much marijuana from the previous night was certainly going to affect his productivity today, based on past experiences. But the prospect of seeing him had him contemplating. After weighing out the repercussions, he typed his reply and sent it with a groan escaping his lips.

“Okay see you at 9. Bring the best stuff.”

With that, he made his way to the kitchen to start making coffee, hoping it would make him feel better.

-

He was halfway through Sibelius Violin Concerto, third movement when he heard his stomach rumble and realized he had been practicing pretty much the whole day. You can never have too much practice, if Ling Ling can do so much, then so can I. He opened his fridge and sniffed some leftovers from God knows how long it has been since he kept it. Hmmmm, still pretty good. He transferred the contents to a bowl and started the microwave.

He was booting up his console for some Smash Bros relaxation while waiting for his leftover dinner to finish up heating when he heard a knock on his apartment door.

Oh right, I was expecting company. Damn It I forgot.

He trudged his way to the door, plastered a good fake smile to his face, and opened the door, revealing a glasses-donned man shoving a McDonald’s paper bag up his chest and entering the place like it was his own home.

“I figured you forgot to eat since you weren’t responding to my texts.”

He grabbed his phone from his pocket and saw seven unread messages, all from the man sitting on his couch.

“Well hello to you too, Brett. What do you have in store for us tonight?”

He noticed him taking stuff out of his backpack, “Just got some fresh dope from my supplier this morning so we still gotta grind this shit up but don’t worry it’s all been cut nicely and he said this was good stuff. Also, I forgot to clean my bong today, so we gotta roll these if you wanna smoke ‘em.”

He smiled, “… So you’re saying we gotta do the hardwork first? Man, that’s lame.”

He smiled back, “We gotta work to have nice things. Now let’s eat some dinner first because I’m absolutely starving.”