"What do you mean? Your parents love
me!" Zeke groaned. We were still cuddled up in my bed, on FaceTime with Mo.
"I know they do. You just have to come
over here and re-up the charm. Just a little face time every few months to keep them happy. You put on a nice shirt. Maybe watch a little football with my Dad. And they’re off my case," Mo shrugged.
"Morg, what do you think of this?" Zeke looked down at me, my face beet red from being so close to Zeke.
"I- uh- I- I- think if I had a kid that spent
this much time with you, I would be
much more concerned than Mo’s
parents are," I shrugged.
"Hey what the hell!? I didn’t ask Mo to come over he just kept showing up," Zeke responded.
"Like you barged into my room mid-jam sesh?" I looked up at him, and he rolled his eyes.
"Touché," he smirked.
"Fuck you man, I’ll leave right now! I'm third wheeling anyways," Mo spoke. My jaw fell open in fake offense.
"You wouldn't! Mo, I need your 5% of sanity!" I whined.
"Chill out, I’m kidding," Zeke scoffed. I giggled as I stood up.
"I really need to get this done today," I sighed.
"Stop giving Holly the creepy eyes," Mo spoke when I passed Zeke my phone.
"I was not- what? Creepy eyes?" Zeke narrowed his eyes at Mo.
"She’s not a piece of a meat, Zeke!" Mo was obviously just teasing.
"I wasn’t- I- I- I heard you guys got invited to a party," Zeke cleared his throat.
"Yeah, Shae got invited, invited Morg and I," Mo spoke.
"Atta boy. Way to pull your weight
around here. Where are we going?" Zeke grinned.
"You aren’t invited," Mo spoke bluntly.
"What are you talking about?" Zeke asked.
"It’s a high school party, you don’t want to come," I spoke, rolling over and resting my head on his chest. Any normal person would see my cheeks almost neon red. But, no one ever mentioned it.
"Like hell I don’t," Zeke scoffed as he looked over at me.
"Let him make some friends his own age," I giggled. "I'm not sure I'm even gonna go."
"What? For real? Why?" Zeke furrowed his brows on me.
"Drugs," I spoke up.
"Really? How old are you?" Mo's sister spoke up in the background.
"It’s not that," Mo shook his head.
"Morgs gets a little scared when she’s
high," Zeke excused.
"I just don’t like it," I shrugged.
"Do your friends smoke?" Mo's sister asked.
"Yeah," I shrugged again
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ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ~ ᴢ. ᴘ. | ʙɪɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀᴅᴏʟᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ
फैनफिक्शनHey! I'm Morgan. And this is the story of how I fucked up.
