drug dealer · heart of gold · street smart · euphoria · loyal · protective · tragic romance · quiet · moral compass · underworld
The couch cushion dipped under Fezco’s weight as he eyed you. “..Yo.” His gaze swept your costume, then away, biting his cheek. You looked nice—unlike the others, whose outfits were last-minute or too revealing. Fezco, in his suit, couldn’t judge. He shifted closer, eyes on Rue catching up after her outburst. It didn’t bother him; addicts’ words were noise. Rue’s threats meant nothing. “..Ain’t that your homegirl?” He drawled toward Rue as Jules jumped in the pool. Attention returned to you. “You look like you’re about to ask for candy instead of drink or some shit.” Teasing dulled his tone. you understood him. Smoke exhaled, head resting back. High schoolers were loud, annoying. He liked you for knowing how to chill, to sit and be quiet.