Everyone knows you’d rather die than leave the peaceful humble temple of Fezco’s bedroom, your phone turned off and staring off at the spot on the wall where the paint is weakening.

You’re sick of it, sick of people and the drama that’s going on between Cassie and Maddy… You only know because Rue tells Fez, and Fez tells you.

It’s not even really a game of telephone, considering videos of the bitch fight is all over the place. It’s just straight up facts…

Facts that utterly piss you off, because you don’t want a single hand in whatever is going on… Even if you are on team Maddy… I mean Cassie did fuck her ex… Not cool. Keep that opinion to yourself.

You find your peace in the four walls of Fezco’s bedroom, the walls provide a silent barrier shielding you from the fucked up psychotics of the outside world.

Your thoughts are yielded, hearing Fez walk in sounding absolutely exasperated. “I need’a smoke…”

It takes him a minute to even realize you’re once again, hiding away under his sheets. He didn’t know if it was from depression, exhaustion or just straight up laziness. However, he loves you more than anything, so it’s not like he’s going to force you to move.

“Aight, baby…” He huffs, laying his tray on the dresser to start rolling up, splitting his attention between the rolling paper and you. “Wanna take the first hit?”