Fluff Fluff Fluff (Breddy Oneshots)

💕 Love's A Drug 🚬

This chapter contains drug dealing. Kids don't deal or ingest or take drugs please...

(Eddy's P.O.V.)

Even though he's benefitting my business, I can't help but worry about him. The boy that comes to the dark alley hidden in between the apartments almost every Tuesday. It all started with him stumbling into the den along with one of my usual customers. He was plaid in a white shirt and jeans, glasses slipping of his button nose. Even his appearance could reveal his purity.

That was what I thought anyway. Until the boy came back the next Tuesday, without his partner dragging him here. "One bag of weed... please." It came out more as a question though. He's inexperienced. I've seen customers like him before, shaking all over as you give them their purchase. Most usually get addicted to it after a while, day after day coming back to me shivering vigorously as they beg for more of the goods. I try to avoid them once they become a nuisance, they might attract trouble to this illegal activity. Though while I'm already used to this happening, something about me can't help but hope that this four-eyes doesn't end up like the rest.

"You're back again I see... the usual?" I said casually as he walked down, hands in his pockets. I threw my cigarette to the side after one last puff, my converse putting out the last few sparks. It's the third week already. "Say... what's your name?" The question caught me off guard. Here's the system of illegal drug dealing: You collect your goods at a specific location and leave. No communication needed. "It's Eddy, what's yours?" I can't believe I'm doing this. He shrugged before snatching the bag and walking off into the light. The faint sound of bustling crowds outside almost blocked out his response.

Brett, that's what he said.

We manage to have small conversations as he gets his drugs, turning from strangers to acquaintances to friends. They range from hobbies to problems in life. I remember trying not to break down as I shared my reason for being stuck here next to a rubbish chute and metal fence, trying to earn a few bucks everyday. I fiddled with the cuffs of my leather jacket as I waited for him to say something. Anything. Hearing car horns honking and people talking kills me. It reminds of what I should be doing instead of this silly job. "I'm sorry... I wish it was better for you," was all Brett whispered, staring back at me with his brown orbs. What's unbelievable is that he didn't look at my edgy attire, my backpack filled with supplies, or the crooked teeth in my mouth. He looked straight into my eyes with his filled with empathy and worry. I always hated that look, but the will of 'wanting to help me' is seen in those dull jewels.

That's why I'm worried. Doesn't he know how bad drugs are for his health? Even I don't smoke that much marijuana. Didn't think he was a stoner. I don't want to imagine him shaking, face pale and pleading just to get more. Why am I feeling this way? What's worse is his more frequent appearances, buying more, paying more, taking in more. Now I'm stuck in between sustaining my business or saving my friend from the grave consequences.

Eleventh week, second appearance already on Friday. Didn't he buy two bags yesterday?

"You know, I'm curious. You keep coming back for more of the same drug every week. Do you know what that can do to you?" I raise my eyebrow at Brett, leaning against the white-bricked walls. He sighed, maybe chuckling slightly from the ways his shoulders shook. Those orbs have hypnotised me again with a stare that's unescapable. "I don't buy the drugs for myself-

-I offered to buy them for that other guy I came with last time."

Offered? Other guy? Not even having fun with any drugs I've given him? Bullshit.

"And you offered? Why?" I took a step towards him, and another, only stopping when the back of his shoe kicked against the wall. He looked away, towards the city's lights and away from the dark of this secluded area. He must be regretting all life decisions of ever helping his little friend by being his delivery man. Then Brett said something I never thought I would hear.

"How else could I meet you? And pfft- maybe meet you alone..." He looked up shyly, shrinking under my height. Is he serious? That explains all the conversations and questions and frequent meet ups. I guess I wasn't wrong for feeling a little weird around him. Weird meaning giddy, lighter and happier.

"Why not ask me out then? Ask for my number? It's a thing you know..."

"Oh yeah... and here I was thinking I was so smart. Still, I needed to help you out in your business. I can't just give you money to help you with your business. I needed to buy something."

Sigh, this guy.

"Sure, well if you want," I shifted towards him until my foreheads were touching, my arm supporting me from falling forward, even though I already did. "Meet me here tomorrow, no need for drugs, just a date." I winked, causing my smaller friend to blush bright red.

What I learnt: You don't need drugs to be when you're already drugged by love.