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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Charity looked around as she searched down the aisle for the ingredients that she needed to get on her list.
Fezco was pushing the cart behind her and just watched as she mumbled to herself in her own little world. He had come to appreciate the small moments that they got to share with each other.
He had been working extra hard to come up with most of the money that Mouse needed for the drugs that was fronted to him. And he had most of it but he knew he was gonna have go figure out a way to come up with the rest.
And he had to do it without alerting Charity to it all.
Because he knew she was stressed and worried about him, and no amount of forehead and steamy kisses would change that.
He was doing his best to distract the girl and when she asked him to cook Thanksgiving dinner for him and Ashtray, he had been grateful. He instantly agreed and then offered to take her grocery shopping so she could get whatever her heart desired.
"I think I have everything? Are you sure there's nothing special I can make you guys?" She asked as she looked behind her.
She smiled as she caught Fezco staring at her with the same hungry look in his eyes he always wore when he was thinking about things that involved her.
