matt enthusiast.

chris swerved between the few pedestrians that littered the sidewalks, pushing himself forward with his right food as he huffed his strawberry elf bar, yet another thing that y/n had gotten him hooked on. he had been avoiding her for the last few days, given their last interaction, he was stumbling around the party that they were both at, hoping to find her but after he opened the door to the basement and went down a couple steps, he had caught her face first in the table, a dollar bill rolled tightly between her fingers as she snorted the thin lines of powder. as she tilted her head back, letting the drug flow into her system, she made eye contact with chris, her heart slightly breaking at the saddened look in his eye.

but in true y/n fashion, she was quick to glare at him and roll her eyes, tuning back into whatever conversation had been going on before chris came down, but when she looked back toward the staircase, she was met with an empty spot where chris had been. the look that had glazed over his eyes stirred up the guilt in her stomach, the bitter feeling eating away at her that she forced herself to ignore.

as she stood out the 7/11 she told chris to meet her at, she felt her stomach swirling with butterflies, both out of nervousness and excitement, she was excited to see him, hoping they could head back to his place, smoke a blunt or two, and then fuck, but as chris approached, his shoulders taut and his forehead creasing in frustration, she worried that she wouldn’t be getting what she wanted.

“hey, here’s the cash, you know what to grab right?” she hums, grabbing a couple twenties from her purse, folding it into chris’ hand as he nods curtly, not wanting to spend too much time talking to her. he’s in and out of the convenience store in the blink of an eye, tossing three of the four packs into her hand, keeping one for himself as he picks up his board.

“what you’re not gonna stay and talk?” she pouts, hoping to somehow convince him to stay.

“what would i say? it’s not like you listen anyway, y/n.”

“wow no princess or sweetheart, i really must’ve made you mad.” she chuckles, trying to lighten the tension between them as he stares at her with a miffed expression.

“you did, i never sold that shit to you for a reason, y/n. that shit is dangerous and i actually give a fuck about you, whether you want me to or not.” he sighs, rubbing a hand along his jaw, ignoring how it clicks in frustration as she rolls her eyes, stepping closer to him.

“i know, okay. i know, and i’m sorry. i just wanted them to keep liking me. i won’t do it again, i swear.” she mumbles, knowing full well that she was just trying to manipulate him so he would take her back to his place, but she also knew she didn’t have her claws in him just yet.

“if you wanna convince me, you gotta try harder than that, sweetheart.” he chuckles, stepping close enough to her for their chests to touching, his eyes not straying from hers as he tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

“i pinky promise.” she giggles, sticking out her pinky to him, watching as he loops his around hers before he leans down to whisper in her ear.

“okay, let’s head back to mine, you’ve got some making up to do.” he hums, his lips ghosting along the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she swallows thickly and nods.