|won best urban award|
"You're makin' a deal with the devil."
Venus DiLaurentis (aka Star) lives a life hidden by her overly religious father. Whereas her long time relationship with the drug dealer Michael has always been strong, it causes some un...
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𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔰 𝔞 𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞 𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯?
Michael~
𝔗he sky was darker than usual today. It hasn't rained but the clouds look like it's been rainin' for hours. Somethin' was off. Everything was off. We're still in the hotel but I don't think we still needa be here. No reason to still be here if they ain't lookin' for us no more
I put the plastic bag filled with the white substance back into the drawer beside me and laid on my back for some time, staring up at the ceiling. The ceiling fan was movin' above me and caused a breeze to blow through my curls
It felt good. Considering I'm high as fuck—with the wind in my face—it feels like I'm on a cruise ship facing a stormy ocean, or I'm skydiving
Feels great to be high
I saw the door crack open a bit as I slowly turned my head to look over at it. I've been in the room alone for some time while the gang has been spread out across the hotel building. It's just a little after 11am which is when I usually wake up
Nelly's voice made me focus again, "Aye Mike, have you seen Dex?" He asks and I sat up squinting my eyes full of illusions, "Nah why? He's not with y'all?" I asked and he shook his head
"He been gone all mornin'. Even Sal don't know where the fuck he at."
I shrugged my shoulders as I stretched out my arms, sitting at the edge of the bed, "Well no need to worry. He's prolly out there doin' dumb shit or something. Dexter can handle his own." I said. I ain't brushin' this off cuz Dex and I got bad blood, it's just cuz this is how I really feel. Why worry bout Dex?
Nelly leaned himself against the door, "That's what I been thinkin' but ain't it weird how he just disappeared so suddenly? I mean," he pauses and taps his finger against his chin, obviously about to come up with some revelation bout somethin'
I roll my eyes preparing to block out whatever's boutta come out his mouth, "According to my calculations, usually when someone suddenly goes missing, they were either kidnapped, ran away or murdered." He says and I scoff
"Nel that ain't %100 percent true. You're overreacting. And yeah, maybe he did run away. Nobody cares anyway."
"Uh huh." He mutters, adjusting his glasses as he squints his eyes at me, "You jus' sayin' that cuz he ain't here to catch you gettin' high." He says and I gasped a bit scrambling around the bed for anything that might've given it away
"How'd you know?"
"You look high brotha. Ain't hard to decipher." He said and I tilted my head to the side in confusion
