Chris is a dealer, he has been for three years now. You met him last year at some random party and he quickly became your dealer as well. He’s a sweet, cool guy. The longer he was your dealer, the more your relationship progressed into something.. more.

You guys started hooking up but, Chris wouldn’t —couldn't— put a label on you guys. His commitment issues wouldn’t let him. He didn’t see other woman though, you were his girl, just not his girlfriend.

Chris has been doing deals all day but, you really want to see him. It took a lot of convincing but, you finally got Chris to agree to taking you on a deal. He drove from his most recent deal straight to your house. He came to your door, flowers in hand with a big grin.

“Hey, ma.” You squealed and gave him a big hug before he rushed you out. He had to get to a deal really soon.

He open the car door for you and let you get in then went to his side, getting in. He basically sped to his deal. He had to be there at 2:30 and it was 2:20, you guys were 15 minutes away.

Luckily you guys made it but, he wanted you to stay in the car just to be safe. It was in a sketchy gas station and after begging for him to let you go he said you could be you must stay close. He got out, grabbing the drugs then opened the door for you. Once you were out he protectively grabbed your hand, leading you to the guys car.

The guy seemed weird, really weird. Chris got horrible vibes from the guy but, he had to finish the deal. He almost lost it when the guy started flirting with you. Sure, you were all pretty — lips glossed, in a cute, little, pink skirt and a little, white tank top with lace trimming and a little bow but, that was for him only. He clenched his jaw and dropped your hand, wrapping a protective arm around your waist, pulling you into his side possessively.

“Fuck off, bro. Don’t talk to my girl.”