It was an average night in yours and Chris’ house, as you lied in bed scrolling through your phone, Chris has one hand taken up by his phone being held to his ear and the other sorting out tiny plastic bags. He had been dealing for a while now, around 3 years probably.

When you first got together many people around judged you for choosing a stoner, but they didn’t see what you did; only you got to see the real authentic him. Why should you care what they believe? He’s yours and everyone knows it he’d never leave you for no one or nothing, that’s why there upset. They’ll never find something like what you have.

Too see you happy he’d do anything, he loves spending all his money on you, and only you. Everyone else got a cold tone and a bitchy attitude.

He finally got off the phone and tossed it onto the bed before getting up. “Ima head out baby, alright, i’ll be quick, ya need anythin’?” “I’m okay.” “I’ll be so quick i promise, just stay here be safe, i’ll take you out tomorrow, okay, the whole day, free, just me and you how’s that sound hm?” He grabs your hand—the cool feel of his rings coming in contact with your skin as he places a kiss on the back of it.