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fezcosbabymama · 3 years ago

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moth, meet flame.

chapter two, strawberry lipstick state of mind.

click here to read chapter one

summary he says he’s an expert when it comes to japanese food but doesn’t know how to use chopsticks. pairing fezco x original character. warnings they smoke weed again tbh word count 3, 900 words.

listen to x // x // x

author’s note :—) yea so the timeline might seem a little foggy and there’s a reason for that!! tbh idk what’s gonna happen this season so i kind of want to wait a little before i interweave the show’s storyline w my story. not that it’s too important at the moment but yea enjoy hehe

f: wyd?

r: like rn?

f: yeah

r: nothing

f: bet ima take u out on a date

r: 😍😍😍 yes please

f: 20 mins ok?

r: yup. see u in 20.

reina holds her phone against her chest, squealing as she kicks her feet excitedly. she has no shame. at least not within the privacy of these four walls. she shoots out of bed, heading straight for her closet to find an outfit… but not just any outfit. the perfect outfit. after smoking with him a few nights ago, she would be lying if she said she didn’t spend the whole day thinking about him. fezco didn’t make things any easier on her either. despite constantly working he made an effort to text her. often at that. she could tell just how much he wanted to get to know her based on the effort he was putting in.

time is ticking by and she begins to panic, spotting a dress strewn across the designated clothing chair in her bedroom. it’s white with tiny strawberries all over… and still has a tag on. reina holds the dress against her body and twirls to look at herself in the mirror. “relax, rey. just fucking relax.” she murmurs to herself before ripping the tag off with her teeth and changing into the dress. she’s a lot happier with her decision once it’s on, posing in the mirror as she admires the way it hugs her body from different angles.

it doesn’t take much longer after that for her to finish getting ready. the majority of her life was spent living in a five person household with only one bathroom between them. reina learned how to get herself dolled up in practically no time. twenty minutes was child’s play for her. she’s slipping on her favorite white heels when she hears a car engine start outside. she can’t stop her heart from racing knowing for certain that the vehicle in question belongs to fezco. she snatches her purse up and all but runs to the front door, pulling it open to reveal fezco.

he looks her up and down, astonishment written all over that usually stoic face. his fist is still in the air, frozen there from her interruption. he had every intention of knocking like a gentleman but she beat him to the door. he sucks in a breath and shakes his head, as if to physically snap himself out of his daze. “you look gorgeous, ma.” he says. reina grins and grabs the hand he holds out for her as he leads them to his car. he doesn’t hesitate to hold the passenger door open for her, rounding around to hop in the driver’s side after. she’s quiet as she buckles herself in, mentally reminding herself to stay grounded in reality.

just because he opens the car door for you, doesn’t make him prince charming…

“ladies first,” his voice breaks her out of her thoughts. fezco holds up a lit blunt towards her. reina smirks but needs no other instruction as she takes it from him and takes a long, appreciate hit.

…but having a blunt awaiting your arrival might.

she coughs a few times when it burns her throat, holding it out in front of her as she inspects it. “this a backwood, ain’t it?” she manages to choke out.

he starts laughing and despite how shitty her throat feels, she still gets butterflies from it.

“what? you can’t handle it?” he teases.

“fuck off,” she rolls her eyes, patting her chest as she mentally prepares herself to take another hit. the second drag is a lot easier now that she knew what to expect, but the light headedness from the nicotine in the leaf is quick to set in. she leans her head back against the seat, handing the blunt off to him.

“backwoods always kick my ass.”

“you only smoke grass? you don’t smoke no cigarettes? vapes? none of that shit?”

reina shakes her head, “no. just weed. i usually smoke it out of my bowl or use those cute little pre-rolled cones. i get them online. i always buy the ones with adorable patterns on them.”

“let me guess,” he pauses to hand her the blunt, “you don’t know how to roll.”

she scoffs at him, puffing on the blunt to buy herself some time. he’s completely right. she can’t roll for shit. smoking marijuana was a habit she picked up fairly recently from her younger sister. the true marijuana connoisseur.

“you gonna teach me?”

fezco tears his gaze from the road to look at her, corners of his lips tugging upwards in a smirk. “i can teach you a lil somethin’ somethin’.”

reina ashes the blunt out of the window, “looking forward to these lessons, teacher.” she turns in her seat to face him, “what about you?”

“i like smoking on black and milds. so that and weed. you ever catch me smoking a cig… just know life is kicking my dumb ass.”

“cigarettes are gross.”

their conversation flows naturally as they listen to drake, but old drake because as fezco says “new drake is mid”. they talk about everything and nothing at the same time. reina makes him laugh just as much as he makes her. it’s comfortable. like they’ve known each other forever. it’s a feeling she knows is a lot deeper than just being stoned around someone you found attractive. it felt real.

fezco’s ashing out the second blunt when he pulls into a parking space. reina looks up at the sign on front of the restaurant, “sakura sushi? you didn’t strike me as a sushi guy.”

“who? me?” he turns the car off, leaning back against the door to stare at her in disbelief. “i know all about this shit. i’m actually an expert.”

reina wants to question him further but laughs instead, putting her hands up. “alright, alright. i believe you.”

he opens the door for her and leads them inside to the host’s stand. the restaurant is lowkey but still really nice. the decor is almost ridiculously trendy with artificial grass walls and neon signs all over the interior. it was definitely the kind of local spot that everyone always posted on their instagram. it looked like a place reina would love going to… fezco? not so much. they follow behind the host as she takes them to their table, his touch soothing as he holds his hand against the small of her back.

reina can’t help but stare at the way fezco looks at the menu. he seemed absolutely lost, staring at one spot for far too long. she smiles to herself, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. “do you like sake?” she asks suddenly.

“wha— yeah, i do.” he begins to say one thing but cuts himself off.

it just makes her smile wider. “great. i love sake so i’ll order us some.”

he nods, his usual relaxed gaze a little nervous. fezco is quick to turn his attention back to the menu. when the waitress arrives they get two waters and the sake. the waitress inspects their ids for a moment and then heads off. before reina can put her id back in her wallet, fez scoots his chair closer to the table and as he leans over he whispers, “let me see your fake.”

reina’s eyes widen and she starts laughing under her breath. “let me see yours.”

they trade their respective ids and both break out into hushed laughter reading the names on each other’s fakes.

“you know what… you kinda look like a jimmy.” reina tells him as they return ids.

“you don’t look like a mandy though,” he comments with a smirk.

reina shrugs her shoulders, shoving her wallet back into her purse. “still a good ass fake.”

she gives the entire menu a quick glance over before looking up, she catches fezco staring at her. he doesn’t flinch, keeping his eyes on hers. it catches her off-guard a little but she fights through it, trying not to let herself fall too deep into that gaze. “so what’re you thinking of getting?” she asks, sitting up a little straighter in her chair.

fezco looks back down at his menu, his hand coming up to his face to rub his beard. “shit, ion know.” he sighs, leaning back into his seat, resting both hands flat on the table.

reina reaches out, placing her finger on his menu to point an item out to him. “how about this? the loveboat special seems like the perfect amount of food for us.” she brushes her index finger along the side of his thumb, intentionally slow, before nudging it out of the way.

he sees past the coyness. smirking as he lowers his face, staring down at the menu to read the description of what reina pointed out. his mind is too hazy to process any words and it’s not like he knew what any of it meant. he’s quick as he grabs her hand, holding it in the middle of the table, his thumb gently caressing the top of her hand.

the waitress comes back with their drinks while reina’s telling fezco a story about one of her fondest summer memories at her grandparents house. the last summer she spent there as a child.

the same summer she met him.

she pauses momentarily to relay the rest of their order and hand the menus back to the waitress.

“where did i leave off… oh, yeah — my sister and i were fighting, about what? i don’t remember. she ended up like pushing me off the ladder as i was trying to climb into the treehouse. i ended up landing on my arm all weird and ended up breaking it. ironically enough we became closer because of it so i guess it has a happy ending.” she points to the surgery scar on the inside of her arm and fezco’s first instinct is to reach out and brush it gently.

reina flinches, the butterflies in her stomach tickling her all over. she giggles breathlessly, rushing to pour them both some sake. she holds the pink bottle in her hand, holding it out for him to look at. “i love this specific brand of sake. it’s hakutsuru sayuri, a nigori sake. it’s so sweet.”

she hands him one of the shot glasses she poured, holding hers up so they could clink them together. “cheers!” they both tap their glasses against the table before throwing them back.

fezco’s immediate reaction is priceless. he’s grimacing, taking a few sips of his water directly after. reina tosses her head back as she laughs, wishing she could’ve taken a picture of his expression. it was adorable.

“damn,” he coughs, “it was good but you should’ve told me that shit was thick as fuck. shit was almost like drinking yogurt.”

reina smacks her teeth, “aight, now you’re just being dramatic.”

fezco uses his index and thumb to trace the facial hair surrounding his chin. “yeah, i know. let’s take another shot.”

she raises an eyebrow at him, “you’re literally the most ridiculous person ever.” reina laughs dryly but pours them another round anyways.

fezco starts talking about his grandma. he explains how time causes him to forget who she really was. the strong woman who is now subjected to spending the rest of her days in a vegetative state. reina holds both of his hands in the center of the table, nodding her head as she listens to him intently. the way he talks about her is so gentle. she can tell that he holds her in high regards still. to him, she’s the badass she always was.

reina squeezes his hands firmly, “i know she’d be proud of the man she raised. you had big shoes to fill at such a young age and still… you were able to step up.”

fezco doesn’t say anything and instead looks down at the table for a moment. his shoulders rise subtly as he takes a deep breath, lifting his face to make eye contact with her. he lifts her hands to kiss each and every last one of her knuckles. he mouths the words ‘thank you’ as the waitress approaches their table.

she’s carrying a large sushi boat completely filled with sashimi, nigiri, and sushi. the pair pull back from each other so that she can place the boat in the middle of the table. fezco stares at the spread with an apathetic look on his face. reina suspects it’s the first time he’s ever seen something that wasn’t a california roll. he copies her when she takes her wooden chopsticks out of its paper wrapping. he splits them terribly, the top of one stick stuck to the other.

she stifles her laughter, biting down on her bottom lip as she uses her chopsticks to pick up a piece of salmon sashimi. he watches her closely, and attempts to do the same, only for the nigiri he chooses to fall apart, his chopsticks clattering as they fall against the table.

reina cocks an eyebrow at him, “sushi expert, huh?”

he rolls his eyes but she can tell from the goofy smile on his face that he likes it.

“this is probably terrible etiquette but…” reina reaches for some tuna nigiri, the same kind he first tried for, holding it out for him to eat off of her chopsticks.

he smirks at her, his eyes burning a hole through her as he makes a show out of it. his mouth closes slowly over the chopsticks, tugging on them gently as he pulls back. he chews leisurely, wiping his lips unnecessarily with his thumb when he’s finished.

reina was thankful for the dim lighting in the restaurant otherwise she was certain fezco would call her out on the redness rising in the apple of her cheeks.

“do you mind if i ask you more about your childhood?”

fezco doesn’t talk about himself, much less about his childhood. he couldn’t remember the last time he let someone close enough to get to know him. he was well-guarded, protected by that tough guy demeanor his grandmother had instilled in him. however, for some reason unbeknownst to him, he feels completely at ease delving into his upbringing with reina. he can tell from the way she looks at him, honey dripping from those pretty eyes of hers, that she holds no judgement in that kind heart.

they hold hands as they eat, drink sake, and talk. god, do they talk. they laugh too. lots of it. sometimes so loud they have to cover their mouths, looking around at the other tables nervously, worried they were being too obnoxious and bothering other guests. they become so impossibly lost in their own little bubble, the waitress silently drops the check off and it brings them back down to earth.

reina can’t stop grinning.

fezco pays for their bill (like the true gentleman he is, seriously, he doesn’t even let her look at the check) and they walk out of the restaurant tucked closely together, their fingers interlaced tightly. he walks her to the passenger’s side and instead of opening the door for her like she expects, he leans her against the vehicle tenderly. fezco presses his body against hers, fingers curling around her hair. reina looks up at him, close enough to count all the lashes framing those troubled eyes. he drops his head a little and a breath hitches in her throat in anticipation. he chuckles against her mouth, his breath puffing against her parted lips.

“i could eat you up,” is what he says right before he kisses her. it’s slow and tender and makes her weak at the knees. reina curls her fists around the front of fezco’s shirt, holding on for dear life. the way his facial hair brushes against her face warms her all the way down to the tips of her toes. the taste of strawberries on his tongue from the sake makes the moment feel like a dream. everything was perfect. too perfect. it was as terrifying as it was beautiful. he pulls back slightly but keeps his forehead pressed against hers as he tries to regulate his breathing. he might’ve been panting but he was smirking the whole time.

fezco pecks the side of her face, taking a step back and helping her stand up straight so that he can let her in the car. she swears there are stars swirling around her head, eyes heavy with bliss. inside the car, fezco leans over to open his glovebox, pointing at a few blunts he had rolled up. “i came prepared. let’s spark it.” reina laughs but doesn’t object, manicured fingers quick to pull one out for the pair to smoke.

his hand finds sanctuary on the soft, warm skin of her thigh. he starts to resent his decision to smoke a blunt on the drive home, wanting to keep his hand situated on her as his thumb caresses the inside of her leg. every moment he didn’t spend touching her was a moment he felt was wasted. he’s thankful when they finish and she smothers the blunt out, dropping it into the ashtray. reina reaches out to him, fingernails scratching the back of his neck and shoulders in a way that sends shivers up and down his spine. he exhales shakily, glancing over at her with his eyebrows raised when he hears her giggle.

“you think that shit’s funny? you got me down bad.” he says with a playful shake of his head.

when they arrive fezco opens the door for her and offers her a hand to help her out. reina is grinning from ear to ear, cheeks beginning to hurt from the pressure. she feels so warm, floating on cloud 9. being high was one of her favorite feelings. it was easy to forget about all the problems she had plaguing her when she was smoking, at least for the moment.

fezco grabs her by the waist, leaning his shoulder against the car as he just stares at her intensely. maybe she was just imagining it, his blue eyes so dark she can’t find any words to speak.

“reina,” he finally sighs.

she bites her lower lip, tilting her head as she mimics him. “fezco.”

he looks down at her mouth, “ion wanna say bye to you yet. it’s too soon.”

“it’s too soon?” she teases.

fezco picks both of her hands up, holding them over his chest. he stares at her earnestly, wanting his eyes to convey just how much he means what he says. “ion usually talk much but i can’t keep my stupid ass mouth shut when i’m with you. rey, honestly you make me feel so…”

“comfortable?” she offers.

fezco lets out a deep breath, one he wasn’t aware he was holding, and then nods a few times. “yeah.”

“like we’ve been here before and we’re just picking up where we left off?”

he nods again.

fezco squeezes her hands gently. “you down to kick it with me a lil longer?”

“i would love to, fez.” she stands on the tips of her toes and gives him a quick but tender kiss.

“we can cuddle and watch a movie or some shit.” he tugs on her hand, leading the pair towards his front door.

“mmm,” she hums, “cuddling while high is definitely the vibe.”

reina leans against the house as he starts to unlock his front door, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger absentmindedly as she watches him. she bites her bottom lip, feeling absolutely giddy all over. fezco turns to look at her, fingertips reaching out to brush her cheek. he wants so badly to kiss her but knows ashtray would give him shit about it if he was watching the security cameras. he pushes the door open and immediately upon entering they hear, “well, you two sure are cute.”

on the couch sat a girl with curly hair tied up in a messy bun, a sweatshirt that hung off of her shoulders, and the darkest under eye circles reina had ever seen.

“bruh,” fezco sighs exasperatedly, “fuck is you doin’ here?”

awkwardness starts to set in so reina wraps her arms around herself, smiling nervously as she looks around the room. at the table sat ashtray, fezco’s younger brother, manning the cameras and cleaning what appeared to be a glock.

“my mom and i got into it so i snuck out. i didn’t want to be at my house and i didn’t have anywhere else to go so…” she explains plainly, folding her legs up on the couch.

fezco sighs again, throwing his arms up in silent defeat. “ion got shit else to offer you if you not tryna just smoke some weed.”

she holds both of her thumbs up, “aye aye, captain.”

fezco rolls his eyes at her and turns to rest his hand on the small of reina’s back, bringing her closer to his side as she had been standing by the door apprehensively. “reina, that’s rue. she’s like my little sister. annoying as fuck most the time.”

rue doesn’t argue and instead just shrugs her shoulders. “just so you know, he can be just as annoying.”

reina just laughs, waving a hand politely at rue.

“and that’s ashtray over there.”

ashtray pauses what he’s doing for a moment, nodding his head at reina in acknowledgement. he shoots a knowing look at fezco before lowering his head back down to his glock, a smirk on his mouth.

fezco turns to reina, an apologetic look in his eyes as he holds his hand out. reina winks at him, practically skipping behind as he walks her over to the couch. the pair settle into each other easily, she nestles herself into his side, her knees up against her chest. he tosses a blanket over them, one arm around her shoulders and his opposite hand on her knee.

it’s not exactly what she imagined when he invited her in but it still made her happy. the sound of his soft laughter makes her heart swell in her chest. she feels so lucky to be able to see him in such a intimate light.

the movie they’re all watching falls upon reina’s deaf ears. she’s far more interested in fezco, stealing adoring glances up at him every chance he’s not looking. reina even pays more attention to rue’s off-hand comments than the movie, laughing what was probably entirely too hard but whatever she’s stoned.

fezco dips his head, lips brushing against the top of her ear, and the way his facial hair tickles her sends shivers down her spine. “thanks for having dinner with me, ma.”

she nuzzles closer to him, sighing blissfully in response. she tilts her head a little, meeting him halfway in a chaste kiss.

she can hear rue groan and fake gag from beside them, playful jealousy the motivator. “c’mon, stop rubbing it in. get a room.” she complains, but reina can hear the smile in her voice.

she can tell how happy rue is for fezco. it radiates off of her. she says one thing but feels another. reina rests her head on fezco’s chest. “you guys really are siblings.” she comments with a laugh before helplessly dozing off to the sound of fezco’s heartbeat.

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fezcosbabymama · 3 years ago

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moth, meet flame.

chapter one feel my heart’s intention.

summary the girl next door’s pull is inevitable. he finds himself being sucked in. pairing fezco x original character. warnings mentions of pot smoking. lots of pot smoking. word count 2,691 words.

listen to x // x // x

author’s notes i love fez :/ i couldn’t stop myself from writing this. hope u guys enjoy.

the first time he sees her she’s standing under the lemon tree in her front yard. her face was one of complete concentration, bottom lip held tightly in between a set of seemingly perfect teeth. fezco has no idea how long he stands there on his front porch watching her, almost like his feet are glued there. she plucks the lemons from the branches, gives them a thorough inspection, and drops them into a wicker basket.

he counts to twenty before she stops, satisfied, and picks the basket off of the ground. she balances it on her hip and in turning to head to her front door, she catches sight of him. the expression on her face is unreadable, and if you asked him, he’d say his heart stopped right then and there.

her furrowed brows relax and the world’s biggest smile appears on her lips. she lifts a free hand and waves at him, “nice to see you again, fez.”

he narrows his eyes slightly, a million questions racing through his mind. the most important being — “who are you and how do you know my name?” she’s so beautiful, he assumes it’s a trap. she has to be an informant. a narc. a rat. someone that was planted next door to keep an eye on him since the police’s previous efforts had failed miserably.

before he can open his mouth to ask her something, anything, the front door to her house closes behind her figure.

fezco stands on his porch for another minute in silence, sighing as he lifts his forgotten blunt to his lips. he tries to take a hit but instead sucks in air. he smacks his teeth and fishes through his pocket for his lighter. how long was he zoned out like that? standing out there just staring at her like a moron.

once inside he locks the door behind him, all the locks, and sparks his practically untouched blunt. he plops down on the couch beside ashtray, “yo… you know who that girl next door is?”

“what girl next door?” he looks up from his phone for a second.

“never mind.”

maybe he’s tripping.

maybe he imagined the whole thing.

maybe he’s finally losing it.

he loses interest in the blunt before he can even get a buzz from it, snuffing the cherry out on the ashtray that rests on the coffee table.

“you ready to open up shop?”

like a well oiled clock the two are out of the house and headed to work.

he just sits by the counter the whole day, staring off into the distance in between customers.

vulnerable…

but only because he’s distracted. and if there’s one thing about his line of work and being distracted… it’s that it doesn’t go hand in hand.

being distracted got you killed.

so he shakes his head. over and over. tries to get her out of his head. but he can’t.

he thinks about her all day and well into the night and if he could dream, he’s sure he’d dream of her too.

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a whole week goes by before he sees her again. he’s standing at the kitchen sink, staring out of the window at the house next door. her house.

at first he only sees a delicate hand reaching out a window, followed by a puff of smoke. her face pops out the window eventually and fezco is quick (for once) to put two and two together.

she’s smoking weed out of the window.

the water inside the bong overflows and spills onto his hands. he’s cussing as he snaps back into reality, pouring some of the water out so it’s leveled correctly.

he sets the bong down on the counter and lingers there for a while longer.

he can’t stop his feet from leading him outside. “where you going?” ashtray calls out to him as he walks out of the side door.

fezco has a one track mind, ignoring ashtray as he walks along the side of his house to lean against the fence that separates the two houses.

“hey,” he calls out, loud enough for her to hear. fezco can get a good look at her from where he stands, her big brown eyes, even from this distance, make him nervous.

“hi.”

“so… how you know my name?”

“i know a little more than just your name,” she’s smirking, sticking her hand out the window again to ash her joint. she taps the filter a little too hard, the joint bouncing out of her hands and landing on the grass underneath the window.

his fingers grip the top of the chain link fence as he leans over, “you want me to grab it for you?” he asks, mentally reminding himself to revisit her words.

“nah. thanks though. wasn’t much left to smoke really,” she laughs and rests her arms over the window ledge, her face coming into view better. he can only imagine what the rest of her looks like. he’s almost positive she’s standing on the edge of the bathtub, careful not to fall in as she leans to look out the window.

“on some real shit… i know you or somethin’?”

she nods a few times, shit-eating grin permanently fixed to her mouth, but offers nothing else.

fezco goes out on a limb, “you busy right now?” he scratches at the back of his head, feeling like a little kid. “i’ll smoke you out.”

“sure.”

“meet me in my backyard.”

she says nothing and simply nods, sliding closed the bathroom window and disappearing from his vision.

fezco feels so proud of himself as he walks back into his house, locking the door behind himself. he walks over to the coffee table in the living room, picking up his rolling tray with the blunts he rolled that morning. there’s movement on the cameras and it steals his attention.

ashtray’s eyes snap towards the screen as well but jump to fezco seconds after. “this that girl you were asking about?”

“yeah.”

ashtray just nods and turns his attention back to the game he’s playing on the playstation.

fezco watches as she walks around the side of his house, her figure jumping from frame to frame as she makes it to his backyard. she stands there by the patio set awkwardly instead of just making herself comfortable by taking a seat.

“shit,” he mumbles under his breath realizing he’s been standing there just watching while she waits for him outside. fezco’s footsteps are quick and he struggles with the sliding door for a moment before he pops out, chuckling nervously.

“take a seat. make yourself comfortable. mi casa es su casa.”

she laughs but takes a seat anyways. it’s not until she crosses her legs together that he begins to stare at them, beautiful and sun-kissed.

“so you really don’t remember me?” her voice brings him back to reality.

he shakes his head. “there’s a lot i don’t remember.” fezco lights the blunt he rolled earlier and takes a couple of hits before handing it off.

he can’t decipher the expression on her face, something between pensiveness and disappointment. she smiles and it all melts away. “i’m reina. my grandparents own the house next door.”

“that’s dope. i’m jealous of the treehouse y’all got in your backyard.”

reina cocks her head at him, smirking as she hands the blunt over. she cranes her head to look across the fence, “my grandpa built it with his bare hands. it holds a lot of good memories.”

he exhales a large cloud of smoke. “i can’t tell you how many times i sat in this same exact spot and thought about how badly i wanted to be a kid playing in that tree house.”

it’s silent for a few seconds while reina processes that achingly deep recollection. she laughs softly, “well, it’s never too late. i might be inclined to let you smoke weed in my treehouse. that is… if you’re a good boy.”

it’s his turn to laugh, goofy and genuine. she’s tickled him. “i gotta be a good boy?”

she nods, “yup.”

the blunt, shorter and shorter from being passed around has run out of smoke time. the tips of their fingers brush together as she hands it back to him. the dead end of the blunt falls to the concrete under their feet, as if it was intentional.

reina’s eyebrows raise and she’s quick to cover her mouth with her hand, “ooooh, damn. you dropped the blunt… i’m sorry your girl’s fucking around on you.”

he laughs as he leans over to pick it off of the ground, “aight first off… it’s a roach so it don’t count.” fezco drops it into the ashtray that sat on the glass table. “second, ion got a girl so i ain’t got nothing to worry bout, ma.”

reina nods, pleased with the information. see, the drop was intentional. she knew the implications of a dropped blunt, in their case: a roach, it was the perfect way for her to prod for information without outright asking.

they fall into comfortable conversation filled to the brim with questions and laughter and insatiable curiosity. the marijuana only helped the conversation slide out of their mouths with ease, the both of them revealing a lot more than they usually would.

he finds out that when reina was younger she wanted to be an actress, she’s the oldest of three siblings (all girls), and she’s terrified of fireworks.

“holy shit,” she calls out frightened when the lights come on in the backyard illuminating everything that began to be shrouded in the dark.

“sorry,” he apologizes with a small chuckle, “they on a timer so they cut on at the same time every night.”

reina shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ears. “the lights startled me because i hadn’t even noticed that it had gotten that late. how long have we been out here?” she’s grabbing her phone from the table where it laid untouched the whole they’d been hanging out.

“shiiiit, like two, three hours.”

“you sure know how to help kill time. i uhh—“ she trails off for a second and fezco is thankful for the harsh fluorescents of the overhead lights because if it wasn’t for them he wouldn’t be able to see the bashfulness take over her face.

“you… what? spit it out, junior.” he teases, his toothy grin only charming her further.

“i was going to say…” she starts, exaggerating her words with an added eye roll for emphasis. “that i wouldn’t mind killing time with you again.” there’s a certain sparkle in her eye when she says it and he swears that he can see the pink in her round cheeks.

fezco is quick to grab her hand, scooting closer so he can hold it against his chest and in all seriousness he says, “you can use me to kill time whenever you want.”

“you’re a fucking doofus,” but she makes no effort to pull her hand away, keeping it there as she convinces herself she can feel the way his heart beats slowly underneath the fabric of his shirt.

“and you find it cute, right?” fezco says matter-of-factly, the warmth that california provides doesn’t compare to what her hand provides from underneath his own.

reina doesn’t confirm or deny and instead stands up, pulling her hand out from his grasp. “give me your number. or your instagram, snapchat… whatever you use to communicate.” she holds out her unlocked phone to him.

“ion really use instagram. i think the last time i posted was like… two years ago or some shit and snapchat… i ain’t ever get into that shit.” he explains, eyebrows knitted in concentration as he taps away on her phone.

“a man who doesn’t spend all day lying on social media,” reina inhales deeply, “a breath of fresh air.”

“got too many people watching me to be putting my shit out there like that.” fezco gets up and extends her phone out. “i’ll walk you back,” he places his hand on the small of her back and tries not to react when he feels sparks shoot up his arm.

“by the way, hit me up whenever you need bud. i got you.” he says suddenly, the silence (although comfortable) bothering him. fezco didn’t have much time left with her and wanted to squeeze every bit of conversation he could.

“how convenient.” she laughs, “i’ve always dreamt of having a reliable and cute dealer live next door.”

fezco smirks, “and they out here saying dreams don’t come true.”

they arrive at her front door in no time and the disappointment is visible all over his face. reina mirrors his expression, practically cooing at how childlike he looks. “look at you. all pouty. like a baby.” she reaches out to touch the side of his face, her thumb gently brushing over his bottom lip.

he’s acting on instinct when he grabs her wrist suddenly, his heart is racing now, and he can’t take his eyes off of hers.

“i think this is the part where we kiss…” she’s breathless when she finally says something.

“can i?” he asks softly and half-steps closer to her, “can i kiss you?”

reina doesn’t answer his question and instead closes the remaining space between the two. chest to chest, she grabs his jaw in her hand and pulls his face down sharply to kiss him. she wraps her other arm around his neck, tugging him down slightly. it was like fireworks going off in the distance. something out of a coming of age romcom. instantaneous sparks. they’re almost breathless as they kiss. ravenous. feeding each other small gasps and groans. she feels his large hands on the small of her waist, fingertips digging into the fabric keeping her skin from his. he wants to be closer and closer and closer.

she finally pulls back, gasping for air, but smiling all the same.

his eyelids are heavy as he stares down at her, fingers wrapping around her forearm. “you’re shaking…”

her eyes widen, surely out of embarrassment, and she swats at his chest. “shut up.” she turns to look at her front door and sighs, facing him once again. “thanks for walking me to my door.” reina takes a couple of steps back, their interlinked hands dangling in between them.

“my pleasure, reina.”

the distance between the two grows wider and reina hesitates at the front door after unlocking it. “goodnight, fezco.”

“goodnight, reina.” he waits until he hears the door lock behind her before he heads over to his backyard.

fezco collects his rolling tray left on the table in the backyard. he shuffles inside, placing everything on the coffee table and plopping down on the couch. he fishes through his pocket for his phone, grinning to himself as he reads the text message he sent to himself when she asked him for his info.

i had soooo much fun smoking w ur cute self

he makes quick work of saving her number as a contact on his phone.

ashtray appears out of thin air, the couch sinking underneath his weight as he throws himself back against it. “what you smiling so hard at?” he asks.

fezco scoffs and grabs a pillow off of the couch, tossing it at his face. “man, mind your fucking business.”

his phone vibrates, snatching his attention back.

lol just saw what u texted urself. you are pretty cute thanks for tonight btw goodnight & sleep well 😘

there’s knots in his stomach. there was no way that she could be so wonderful… gorgeous, and funny.

ofc my pleasure gn and sweet dreams

she replies almost instantly.

my dreams will only be sweet if u show up in them 💖 ok going to sleep now fr 😴💤

his face is hot and it spreads all the way to the tips of his ears. he knows he’s a goner. he throws his head back to rest against the couch, dragging the palms of his hands down his face.“bruh, i’m so fucked.”

ashtray holds a blunt towards him, “smoke about it.”

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