#fezco.

[somekindofstrnge]

ORIGINAL POST HERE @hummingbrd

"You are the smartest person I know !"

The words had slipped past his lips, the tone of his voice coloured by a smile and the chuckle which had previously escaped him. Now, it hadn't been thought through ; like most of what he'd say around her presence, it just HAPPENED to be said. However, he wouldn't eras it, not for the whole damn world. Because he meant it, just like everything he'd tell her, whether it'd be when they'd hang out in real, or over a phone call. While he had always been a honest person - lying was fine by his standards, but only when necessary - he'd never been as honest as he was with her. Somehow, she had eased a way to his heart and brain. Her small, pale hands held the key and for the first time ever, he wasn't afraid to let himself open up to someone who wasn't direct family. Well, he was pretty much ALONE, except for Ash, his grandmother and recently, the kind Faye, so it wouldn't make much of a difference. Though, for him, it did. Because she made him feel accepted. Better, she made him feel SEEN. Although, it wasn't just about what she could provide her, but what she was, generally speaking.

Fezco had seen all kind of batshit insanity. He had witnessed the worst of humanity, could it even be called that at this point. It seemed safe to state that Lexi was the purest, kindest soul in this world of brutes. She was almost too good to be true, and a huge part of him wished so desperately to protect her, and hold onto her, despite the lingering voice inside his head whispering him that he was not GOOD enough. That, if he wanted her to be safe, he shall let her go instead of clinging onto her. She was the one saving him, definitely not the only way around. But it had come to a point he NEEDED her, and honestly, it sucked. Maybe that was why he didn't, until now, have any friend. When you have friends, you always are risking their loss.

She knew that. She knew that he was selling drugs to her bestie Rue. She had seen him unleash all that violence on Nate fucking Jacobs, and yet, she stayed. She still texted him, still asked if they could meet up and hang out. She had seen the worst of him, and yet ... she thought highly of him. That truly wasn't what he deserved. Another chuckle escaped him, his head shaking while his gaze dropped to the floor bashfully. "Yo, you fell on your head or somethin' ? Lexi Howard ain't the smartest but I am ? Damn, what's that, a parallel reality or some shit ?" The compliment touched him, but he couldn't just accept it, nor could he believe she meant it for real.

[somekindofstrnge]

where did you find this?- Nate x Fezco hi

The voice which echoed through his ears startled him more than he would've liked to admit it. Swiftly, his right hand got a hold onto the item that definitely should have stayed hidden instead of falling from the pocket of his dark jacket. It was a piece of clothing he'd never wear, not even when the temperatures would considerably drop with the change of seasons. Therefore, to his mind, it had seemed like the most brilliant idea. Except, it wasn't, obviously, and it became obvious when he moved it from the cash register he had carelessly discarded it onto earlier. Truly, he had never considered himself to be an incredibly lucky guy and hell, now he knew why. Nate fucking Jacobs could've chosen any other moment to suddenly pop up inside his store, but it had to be when he moved his stuff around and fucked it up. Maybe Jules made the worst mistake by trusting him with this.

Carefully, Fezco slid the item back where it belonged, gaze stuck anywhere but on the man who had just spoken to him. If only silence could've worked out as the best solution, but he knew better than to ignore Jacobs and pray he'd leave him alone, because the beef that had started between them had never ceased to escalate. Not that he was afraid by the other. Not of what he could do to HIM, at least. To his friends, though, that was a whole different story. Keeping his mouth shut, he placed his jacket behind him, on the seat Faye would occupy when she came with to the store. The silence that followed was deafening to his ears. Maybe, if he squeezed his eyes shut very tight, the threat would go away. Nah, bullshit. He learned this trick never worked by the age of five.

"Listen, bruh ..." The boy started slowly, blue eyes eventually lifting off the floor to dare cross his gaze. "I dunno what you think you saw, but, yo, I gotta tell you to stay out of my businesses, yeah ? What you doin' out here, anyway ?"