◤ "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 -
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖."◢
↳ The one where (y/n)'s problematic relationship causes her to end up underneath her hot next door neighbor.
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"I'm fucking tired of this, Jean!" You shouted in frustration as you stomped off, slamming the front door on your way out.
You just needed a moment to cool down— embarrassing as it was to show your face outside the door of your apartment, where you were positive that the whole complex heard you having yet another fight with your boyfriend. Walking over to the frigid concrete staircase, you plopped down on the top step and grabbed the joint that you had snuck into your pocket on the way out.
Jean hated it when you smoked, made you promise him you'd quit - and you did, mostly. It was times like these that you needed that stress reliever, even though you knew once you stepped back into the house with even the slightest hint of marijuana on your person, it would start a whole different fight of another kind all over again.
You fumbled with the lighter as you dangled the joint in between your plush lips. Flicking it once... twice... three times - sparks flew from the tip with each roll of your thumb, but to no avail, it remained flame-less.
"Gotta be fuckin' kidding me," you groaned in frustration, sliding the defective lighter back into your pocket as you curl your head into your knees, squeezing your eyes shut tightly, hoping... well, you weren't even sure what you were hoping for, exactly. A miracle, at this point.
