A place full of pill poppers and drama filled teenagers, she was the breath of fresh air that he needed. And he was the stain in her squeaky clean life. Her own personal euphoria.
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"Yo, Charity, you gotta get up, ma. Your phone keep going off. It could be important." Fezco mumbled to Charity who was slowly falling asleep on his chest.
She hummed and then glanced up at him with tired eyes. She had just gotten off of her shift at the bowling alley and she had taken a quick shower before Fezco had picked her up from her house so she could chill with him in his room for the rest of the night.
She hadn't even made it to the beginning of the movie before her eyes were closing and she was laying her head on his chest.
"Who is it from?" She mumbled sleepily.
"I'm not gonna be all up in your phone." Fezco said with a chuckle.
She cracked one of her eyes open and stared up at him before closing it and shaking her head. She got back comfortable as she threw her leg over his and placed a hand on his chest. She was ready to take off in her dream, when her phone buzzed again and then her ringer was going off.
She sighed deeply before she groaned sat up. She reached over Fezco and grabbed her phone from his side of the bed and looked at it with a squint before she hit the green answer button and put it to her ear.
