you rub your eyes, as if the message you just received would change or begin to make sense if you just kept rubbing them. Because they must be playing tricks on you. theres just no way.

wanna come over and get high ?

sent 3 minutes ago, from none other than Ellie Williams. AKA your dealer. your plug. the woman who makes your knees turn to jelly whenever you think about her too long.

for a long time, it's felt like Ellie's been stringing you along. and she has you. hook, line, and sinker. when she calls you her favorite customer, covers you when you're a few short, when she told you she doesnt tell any of her other customers her real full name.... you just assumed it was a business tactic or something. but now? this? an open invite to spend time with her? it feels like something more.

your fingers hover over the keyboard, deliberating how to respond