T E R R I F I E D

"Fletcher—" the male looked down. "I just got back—I’ve been here for two years." He said softly, biting his lower lip.

"Nice to meet you, Fletcher. I’m Dallas. I’ve been here for five years, ever since I was eleven. I left for a year, though, but I’m back." He smiled kindly.

"O--oh." He nodded, before looking back up at him. Fletcher couldn't look him in the eye, he never could look anyone in the eye--partly because of his anxiety.

"U—uh, if it doesn’t inconvenience you.." Fletcher replied softly, picking at the blanket on his lap.

"It’s no inconvenience." Dallas reasoned. He smiled kindly, "What’s your name?"

"Fletcher--" the male looked down. "I just got back--I've been here for two years." He said softly, biting his lower lip.

"How old are you again?"

"Almost thirteen."

"You don't know what love is."

"No, I—I don’t know."

Dallas speaks gently, “Do you want me to go get you the cheese? I’m going to get a coffee from downstairs in the cafeteria anyway…”

"U--uh, if it doesn't inconvenience you.." Fletcher replied softly, picking at the blanket on his lap.

"How old are you again?"

"No. There’s people there."

"Do you want me to go with you? I mean, you’re not gonna be able to go get your cheese if you don’t go to the cafeteria."

"No, I--I don't know."

Fletcher closes his eyes again, a moan escaping his mouth. The male loved the feeling of getting high, it made him forget all the bad stuff, even for a little while.

Marc melts into the couch, looking over at the boy, raising an eyebrow when he hears the moan. “Is that necessary?”

Fletcher blushed, keeping his eyes shut. "Sorry." He said softly.

"Take some more." He says softly, opening his eyes. Then he pulled the baggy out again, and dropping some onto his hand again, taking more.

He takes the bag, pouring much more into his hand, breathing it all into his system. “Jesus Christ,” he says, sitting back into the couch.

Fletcher closes his eyes again, a moan escaping his mouth. The male loved the feeling of getting high, it made him forget all the bad stuff, even for a little while.

"I really just want a cheese string. Is that too much to ask?"

"…? Just go to the cafeteria then?"

"No. There's people there."

Fletcher didn’t open his eyes as he leaned back on the couch, shoving the baggy into his pocket. “It makes you feel good.” He said softly, still shaking slightly.

"It better," he spits, crossing his arms over his chest. Marc shuts his head, his nails digging into his arms as he waits for the affects.

"Take some more." He says softly, opening his eyes. Then he pulled the baggy out again, and dropping some onto his hand again, taking more.

"a—are you okay?"

"I’m great!"

"That--that's a lie.."

Fletcher shakily reaches over and takes the bag back, doing the same thing, but with a larger amount. Snorting it, the male let out a small sigh, closing his eyes.

Marc still trembles, feeling the urge to yell, and strike things, or strike Fletcher. He looks at the other. “What is it supposed to make you feel like?” he demands.

Fletcher didn't open his eyes as he leaned back on the couch, shoving the baggy into his pocket. "It makes you feel good." He said softly, still shaking slightly.

"a--are you okay?"

Reaching into his pocket, Fletcher grabbed the small baggy. “J—just share it with m—me, please..” He asked softly, holding it out to him.

Marc forces his body to move slowly, taking the bag from him, looking at the white powder. He sits down, opening the bag as he pours the smallest portion into his hand. He glares at it for a moment before putting his nose to it, snorting quickly. “Here,” he says, holding the bag out to him.

Fletcher shakily reaches over and takes the bag back, doing the same thing, but with a larger amount. Snorting it, the male let out a small sigh, closing his eyes.

"Because that means I have to get up."

If getting up means that you get food then I think it’s worth it.

"You get me food then."

That’s not my job.

"It should be.."