featuring Cench as a love interest, Walid as your brother

trigger warnings: smoking, kissing, a bit sad?

Y/N sat on her balcony listening to the ocean waves from the beach a few miles away. The air smelled fresh as the night crept in. Her fingers toiled with the blunt waiting to be lit. She smiled remembering the first time she smoked.

Her thoughts dragged as she lit the marijuana. The white smoke clouded her vision taking her back in time.

...

Y/N leaned into his lap lighting her blunt. The bottom of it sparked orange as she inhaled the drug. It flowed through her body and blew away when she exhaled. Cench watched her from above.

Laughing she passed him the blunt, "I'm already feeling it, babe."

"Really?" He took a drag blowing the smoke away from her. He watched her intensely to see her reaction.

She sat up nodding and faced him. Her fleece pajama pants hugged her legs and she wore his old tee shirt. Y/N looked around his brand-new apartment, "Make sure you air out the living room. You just brought this place."

Oakley laughed, "My landlord doesn't care."

Y/N's eyes became low as she spoke, "I care."

His brown eyes flickered back and forth, "You do?"

She was silent as he took another drag. Oakley motioned her over. Y/N was nervous. Their faces were almost touching. His long nose poked hers. He closed his eyes blowing the smoke into her mouth.

Y/N moaned tasting the earthy smoke as it flooded her senses. He quickly kissed her lips before pulling away.

She smiled at him, "You ever think we're gonna drift apart when you get famous?"

Oakley hoisted her legs onto his lap kneeding at her ankles, "No."

Y/N shook her head, "You don't know that."

He chuckled, "Y/N, you're my girl. No matter what happens I swear I'll always be here."

She felt his reassuring words, "If not, at least I'll know how to roll."

...

Y/N coughed bringing her back from her memories. Despite her wanting to have him back, she was still left alone on the balcony. Goosebumps rose on her skin when her iPhone rang. She sucked her teeth and took another drag.

"Hello?" She questioned sounding a bit irritated. Y/N fanned at the white smoke still lingering in her space.

"I'm just calling to check on my favorite sister." Walid's voice was enduring and it made Y/N sick to her stomach.

"I'm not your sister."

He ignored her comment, "I know it's late where you are. You smoking?"

Y/N wondered if he had hidden cameras on her balcony, "Maybe."

"You do know that smoking won't erase him right?"

Y/N's jaw ticked, "I know."

She could hear his voice in the background, it wasn't the same since she last heard him, "Yo, Wadz! Who the fuck are you talking to man?"

Y/N could hear them clearly. Music played in the background, no echo. Of course, Walid was at the studio working.

"Walid, I gotta go."

Y/N hung up the phone flexing her aching fingers. She leaned against the balcony chair and closed her eyes. The blunt was still warm in her fingers. At least she was right, she did know how to roll without him.

Author's Note:

y'all I have writer's block

working on y'all requests but they are delayed until I get some motivation

started smoking a lot more recently so here's something

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