𝙈𝘾𝙔𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

bad habits ;; 18+

Bad Habits
Schlatt x Traves
College AU

Warnings:
- Drug/Alcohol Usage
- Praise
- Body Worship
- Schlatt is a bad kid and he's kinda sad
- Trav is a pure lad
- Not many warnings actually

blah blah blah fuck you i didnt edit this but i literally dont care

Like 1/4 of this was wrote in class because i was tired of listening to my english professor blab about romeo and juliet

Also i have a couple fics planned don't yell at me

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People always told Schlatt that living hard and living fast was the most fun, and when it all started, it was incredible. Nearly every night he was anywhere but home, clubs, parties, different apartments, he even got thrown in jail a couple times, and the sheer adrenaline that came from it all was enough to make him want to keep doing again, and again, and again.

With the right friends in his pocket, money was never a problem. "Don't worry about it man, we've got you." They'd tell him as they passed out the next shots, throwing them back before he could even protest. And they were right, he never had to worry about it.

It started with alcohol, then they started bringing everything he swore against as a young teen. "Here, try this, you'll like it." They'd say, handing him tiny little individually wrapped candies and black and silver puff pens that smelled like weed and peppermint, and they were right, he loved it.

Then they started passing joints around the circle, and he was reluctant at first but tried it anyway. It tasted bad, but made him feel good, so he kept doing it.

"Schlatt, your grades are dropping, we won't be able to keep supporting you if you're just gonna spend college screwing off and wasting your life away." His parents told him on their routine Thursday evening call. And they were right, his grades were dropping fast.

As they said their goodbyes and hung up, promising to call next week, Schlatt's phone buzzed in his hand, showing a Grindr message from an unfamiliar guy, telling him about how sexy he looked in his picture.

He sighed, swiping the notification away, letting himself fall backwards and hitting the mattress with a thud. As he lied there, staring up at the blank ceiling, he couldn't help but notice just how hungry he was starting to get.

Pushing himself out of bed, he stretched his back and fumbled across the shared dorm room, grabbing his hat, wallet, and keys from the table before slipping out the door in the direction of the campus restaurants.

Before long, Schlatt found himself at the nearby McDonald's, and it didn't take him long to snag a chicken nugget Happy Meal and a caramel frappuccino. As he payed for his food and left the building, the sun was getting low in the sky, casting peachy-orange light across the campus.

He was crunching on greasy french fries and licking the whipped cream from the lid of his cup when his phone buzzed again. Popping another fry into his mouth, he pulled his phone from his pocket to see a new message from his roommate, Traves, asking when he'd be back.

Schlatt honestly felt bad for the boy, he was so sweet and soft and innocent, but he just had to get paired with the worst kid on campus. He knew Traves was always worried about him and always wanted to make sure he was okay. Schlatt almost couldn't handle it when he cried the night he got thrown in jail.

Maybe they could've had something together, had Schlatt not gotten pulled into the wrong crowd, and he kept swearing to himself that he'd stop, for Traves' and his parents' sake, but he just couldn't force himself to do it.