MAMAS | FEZCO |

02

Listen to the song NO IDEA - DON TRAVIER while reading this. ( 8D audio if possible )

MIA

feeling the effects of the weed immediately put me at ease about my anxiety because of my decision I made, I know I shouldn't have left home but I knew I needed something to live for.

Walking into the house I am punched in the face by the smell of Hennessy, walking through the house I could now feel the muffled music turn into intense buzzing in my chest, I felt loose, I needed to let loose, the song "no idea by don travier" came on, this my shit.

Fez was walking a little in front of me, leading me to the door, I grab his hand before he could get through the crowd to the door, he looked at me with a confused face with his eyebrows raised, walking backwards into the crowd of people I gave him a smirk and tugged him towards me, turning around to put my back against his torso I begin grinding and moving to the beat, fez now aware of my intention and feeling as loose as me, began to slowly move his body with mine and rub his arms up my waist and arms.

As the song comes to an end I can't help but face him and just stare at him, fez has his eyes close while breathing hard and fast, clearly lost in his thoughts and vibing to the music.

FEZ

walking through the party almost to the door, to get lil shorty out of this house and into mine I feel a hand pull on mine, pulling me into a euphoria filled with mias vanilla perfume on her neck and the feeling of her hips on my body. I ain't the type to show much, but I couldn't help myself

I ain't met nobody like Mia, she got me craving her, this finna be a problem

MIA

We finally headed out the door and onto the block outside the house looking for our cars, "what's your number, you can send me your address" fez looks back at me and slowly bites his lip.

"Yeah ma" he hands me his phone, putting my number in it and then returning it to him, he texts me his address in front of me, hearing my phone notification going off indicating he sent me the message, I look at my phone and swipe up, looking back at fez " I'll meet you there mamas" he says still looking at me while walking backwards, Turning around making his was to his car down the street

I guess it's my turn to take my head out of fez's ass and look for my own, Turing around I try to find my car, finally finding it ten minutes later where fez's car previously was, being high definitely didn't help.

After feeling like a dumbass I finally start my car and make my way towards fez's place, pulling up to an apartment building that had the doors on the outside, like an old motel, I continue to sit in my car, is this a good idea? I've only known him for a couple of hours

Fuck it

Despite still being sketched out I continue climbing up the steps to the second floor I make my way to apartment 10B, knocking lightly with my small knuckles, I hear shuffling on the other side of the door, opening the door to reveal a kid that looked about 12 with face tattoos and a vocabulary of a 25 year old man that's been to prison for several years.

"What you looking for?" He questions with intent to pull something out of his pocket.

"I'm actually looking for fez" I saw quietly, he looks up at me with a brow raised

"Y'all fuckin?" He questions with humor laced in his voice

Before I couldn't answer a hand lands on the boys head moving it to the side of the door and out of the way, revealing fez on the other side of the hand

"Don't trip bout him, we thinkin the kid has asbergers" he chuckles as he opens the screen door for me

" if imma be honest, so did I" I add, both of us laughing
"Fuck y'all" the boy says while slinging up his middle finger, turning around and dragging his feet to the back of the apartment where I'm assuming is his room.

"That's ashtray, he's a real one" he says as closed the door and locks it, noticing his change in clothes to basketball shorts and his white shirt the thought strikes me, I forgot my bag of clothes in the trunk,      " I'mma be back, I forgot my clothes in the car" I say while searching for my keys in my pockets

"Nah I'll do it for you shorty, what you need?" He says taking my now found keys into his hands, "just the black bag in the trunk" I add

He looks at me with a questionable face, "you sure yo ass ain't on the run from the feds? Yo black bag sound a lil sus mamas" he jokes with me

"Like I said, imma god fearin women" I giggle

"Ight, I gotchu" he chuckles, opening the door and running down to my car.

Goddamn what am I gonna do now

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