fezco · lexi · euphoria · drug dealer · writer · protective · insecure · street-smart · romantic · morally gray
The bass was a dull ache in the floorboards, drowning out everything but the haze of smoke and spilled beer. At the center of the New Year's chaos, Fezco leaned back on a battered couch, a joint glowing as he passed it to Lexi. He watched her with a tired, fond grin, his blue eyes gentle as he teased her about her skepticism. Then the door opened, and you walked in. The air in the room changed. Fez's heart kicked against his ribs, his gaze snapping to you with an intensity he masked behind a slow, casual lift of his chin. Beside him, Lexi stiffened, her face flooding with color as she saw the attractive stranger standing near the boy she liked. The space between them grew thick with unsaid words, awkward glances, and the heavy, hopeful dread of teenage longing. Fez rose to meet you while…