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Connie released a heavy sign, he leaned against the convenience store wall staring at the small purple lighter in his hand. He gave it a few flicks and watched how the sparks attempted to survive before being snuffed out by the brisk wind. Glancing towards the clouds, he pulled out a cigarette from his hoodie pocket and ignited it, the clouds were dark, lumpy and menacing. It was as if the clouds were being controlled by whatever was in Connie’s heart. Tonight was one of the only nights that he allowed himself to feel like this. Everyday was the same for him, it kept repeating and repeating, most of the time he denied himself of ever feeling emotions that weren’t excitement or being horny. He was Connie, the guy who always had a smile on his face and the guy who would supply everyone with weed. What did he even know about feeling pain? Lately he hasn’t felt anything besides the occasional need to get his dick wet.
That’s where you come in, you would always answer at the first ring when Connie needed your body and he for you. Where Connie was using your body, you were actually quite in love with him. It hurt that he used your body but you were glad to be used either way. When you guys had sex, he praised your body. His dick made you feel validated, and you loved the feeling. You pulled up to the convenience store, Connie immediately saw your car and waved the hand with his cigarette to you, gesturing that he was finishing his smoke. You turned off the ignition and got out of the car. You were craving M&Ms, the peanut ones, you tossed the car keys at him, “I’m quickly getting something,”, you looked at him and you could see how red and puffy his eyes were. He had been crying and your heart ached for him, “you want anything?”, you asked him.
“Can I get Sour Patch Kids, please?”, he batted his eyelashes at you, he really had such pretty eyelashes. God, sometimes he looked so fucking good. For example, right now, he had on a purple hoodie and grey sweatpants that sat so so nicely on his legs. You couldn’t help but stare at his dick print. You knew it was big, you had felt it last Tuesday when he was fucking you so good you attended a meet and greet with the one and only Jesus Christ. Just thinking about it had you pushing your thighs together.
You smiled at the memory, “Anything for you, daddy.”, you pecked his cheek and left him there as you entered the store. You entered the store, Imagine Dragons were playing through the speakers at a moderate volume. You awkwardly nodded at the cashier and made your way over to the candy aisle and grabbed the M&Ms and the Sour Patch Kids for Connie. When you got to the counter, you impulsively grabbed a pack of condoms and shoved it with the candy. You blushed, you always got super embarrassed whenever you bought condoms and Connie would always laugh. You made eye-contact with the cashier and they smiled as they scanned the pack of condoms, “Glad to see kids having safe sex.”, they smiled up at you. They couldn’t have been that much older than you. You looked down at their name tag, Pieck, you gave them a close-lipped smile. You felt so awkward as you handed them the money needed for your purchase and shoved the change and M&Ms into your hoodie’s pocket. Connie laughed at how red your cheeks were as you got in the car, “I see you got condoms.”, he knew that you got embarrassed when you bought condoms and that’s why you always made him buy it.
Tonight you had a craving and you thought it would be simple enough of a menial task to follow through. You had still blushed furiously but at least you were going to have safe sex now and no pregnancy scares. You hated those, better safe than having another Connie or You running around, you could actually see it. Now you had started blushing for an entirely different reason. God, you were in love with the bald headed idiot who was currently driving you to his apartment. Your phone lit up with a text from one of your friends, Hanji, reminding you to stay safe and to call them in the morning. You also noticed the time, it was almost 2 am, now the question was; what was Connie doing outside the convenience store so late? You were used to him meeting you outside your or his apartment so late but never at the store. He probably walked all that way to clear his mind. You knew he had a tendency to distance away from everyone whenever he didn’t feel like being the happy one. Memories of you talking him down from harming himself or even at the point of him almost killing himself. You were the only one who probably knew about those moments, you and definitely Sasha, she was his twin. You sometimes got jealous of their relationship, you wanted someone like that in your life, you kept to yourself mostly for the majority of your college career until you met Connie. He had introduced you to all his friends and now they had become yours too. You had also made some friends on your own but if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have been social since he forced you to go to that one rager at the campus’ frat house.