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ⅰ ◦〉"cuz i love you" 〉𝖋𝖊𝖟𝖈𝖔

At this point, anyone could look at you and know something was up, but for whatever reason, Fez seemed to leave you alone about it.

Every day you should've been home from the first day you met him was usually spent at Fez's store, and a few months after the two of you became close-his apartment. It felt safe.

Well, as safe as any girl buying drugs from the dealer she practically lived with half the time the past couple months.

Today as you slide through your window, it was another typical dark middle of the night you planned to buy from him.

The rain outside was pouring as you walked to his apartment. It had been 3am, the usual time you found yourself whenever Fez was.

Fez and you seemed to be the only two people in the world awake at night, his eyes visibly restless and lost in contemplation, which only seemed to jump out in alertness when he looked at you as of recent.

You figured he was used to it-he must have seen a dozen people get sick and decide not to care. Maybe he did. But you couldn't possibly be an exception, you thought. It felt ridiculous to feel you were special.

For now, it felt best to just escape, with whatever pill you could take. And luckily, Fez had almost everything.

Your hair had been tied in a messy bun that night, as always, as you walked a few minutes to his store. Your parents had expected you to be asleep in bed 3 hours ago, but you didn't care.

You knew how to leave and come back and make it look like there wasn't a trace of you missing, although the bones of your body poking out from whatever flesh used to be there said otherwise. You were willing to ditch whatever rules your parents set  just to see him. To feel anything.

Fez was the guy who was chill, didn't ask questions, and didn't act like a douche bag about your "new look," even though he could've just poked fun like everyone else with no remorse. He cared. He didn't say much, but he did.

So if you needed a place to stay for the night-he was there. If you wanted someone to avoid the topic of your dysfunctionally functional family with-he was there. And again, his loyalty remained when you asked him for drugs.

He was hesitant, but he gave them to you anyway. It made for many "sick days" from school getting high, and moreso swapping money with little bags of whatever drug you were experimenting that week.

So it seemed to make absolutely no damn sense  tonight as to why he magically was concerned over your drug use-the drug he sold you. That he was so big a coward about stopping you-he sent his little brother to break the news.

However, it did made sense that when Ashtray first spoke today, you wanted to punch him in the face. A little horrible, yes, but so was ghosting someone you knew practically your whole life.

"Cmon, I was here 2 weeks ago. Tell Fez to give me something and I'll go."

"I told you, he ain't coming, Y/N-" Ashtray repeated for the dozenth time, bolting each of the locks and ignoring your gaze at him, "go home."

Ashtray began to close back the door, and that's when the rush of emptiness you were familiar with travelled into you. When Ashtray said that, the want to stay with Fez only seemed to hurt more.