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âI think I could make the box work, at least I wouldnât be a part of the capitalism machine thatâs inevitably going to destroy this place,â she pouted, blowing a stray hair out of her face, âMaybe I could just live in your garage?â she asked as he took a hit. He really was beautiful, and sheâd always loved him, but there was no suppressing the gay inside of her. She still remembered the day she cried in his arms and said, Iâm sorry, Iâd be in love with you if I could. She wondered sometimes if he ever still thought about that, if it still hurt. She hoped not.Â
âYou donât know Iâd hate it!â she said with a belly laugh. âIâm not bringing the vibe down, Iâm just being a brat, itâs what I do,â she shrugged, taking the joint back and flopping back down deeper into the cushions. âSeriously, though, maybe I can stand outside an abortion clinic this weekend and help women get in there safely - away from the pro-lifers. I like to do that sometimes. Itâs a small way to help, but itâs a way to help anyway. I get so itchy when I feel like Iâm not making a difference. It makes me feel all stuck.âÂ
âYeah, well, tell me about that master plan when it storms one night and you get washed into the gutters like Pennywise.â The male couldnât help but tease and poke at her dramatics, she had always been as such, the yin to his mellow yang at times. âI mean, you could, but I donât mind you inside. Youâre not some stray cat to me, I donât mind you here.â It was true, having the company was nice, especially someone he felt comfortable around. Zane was pretty closed off, not that he meant to be, that was just him. When he started dating Mickey, he didnât even know how it happened, he just enjoyed her. Thatâs why when she was honest with him, she trusted in him, he cared more about her well-being than his own. That was just how he was, heâd always been that way when he cared about someone.Â
Another slow drag of the joint, he leaned forward to hand it back off to her, laughing under his breath as he held the hit in. âI know you would. I know you Micks, Boise wouldnât be the same without you around anyways.â Zane admitted with a smile and a shrug, exhaling the cloud of smoke into the air now, head tilted back as he stared at the ceiling, âI mean, you do what you gotta do to feel fulfilled. People are assholes to women when they are vulnerable, Iâm sure having the support helps out a lot. Thereâs not too much to do out here, maybe youâre just getting stir crazy. If I can manage to get off work more than two days a week, maybe we can go on some crazy little road trip?â










