《IN YOUR MIND. fezco》ii. lady boss
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As a man pressed her body against a wall with a gun pointed at her throat, Lulu wondered what type of life she had put herself into. She supported Fezco, and she would no matter what, but she had already gotten herself into tricky situations like this one in the past and wasn't very keen to go through them again.
Looked like she didn't have a choice this time either.
"The fuck is you doin' here?"
A bald man with a large neck tattoo stared at all the strangers that had suddenly invaded his apartment before looking over at a man with long hair and a beard, "Mitch, don't fucking hesitate."
Then, he slammed Custer against the wall, causing him to howl in pain, "You come to my motherfucking house with a fuckin' 12 year old, three junkie whores, and a motherfucker I don't know? You out of your fuckin' mind?"
"Fuck!" Custer said under his breath.
"I'm on fuckin' probation," the man announced.
"Me too!"
"We are not involved with any illegal activity," he said, "We don't associate with anybody involved in illegal activity."
Lulu frowned at the man's words, feeling her heart pumping faster and faster in her chest. She didn't want to die tonight.
"And Laurie over there?" the man motioned to the woman in the living-room, sitting in an armchair, "Laurie don't deserve this shit."
"Brucy," Laurie gestured for the man to come over.
They exchanged a few words and Lulu felt Fezco's gaze on her. She could tell he felt terrible for bringing her into another shitty situation, it was like his eyes did all the talking. So she looked at him with the ghost of a smile.
Bruce decided to play some music, breaking the lovers trance, "All right, check this out. All y'all, let's get naked right fuckin' now."
Lulu's heart stopped. Was she currently dreaming or did this man actually asked them to get naked? She thought she was going to die and the creep now wanted them to strip in the living room.
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"Come on, man. Let's go! Get naked right fuckin' now."
"You heard what the fuck he said, c'mon!"
"Come on, let's go. Everybody let's go. Undress," Bruce firmly said as Ashtray removed his jacket, "Except for you. Keep your shit on, man. Nobody wants to see you naked."
Bruce gestured to the man who had threatened Lulu with a gun, "B.J, take his ass down. Put 'em in a fuckin' closet."
"Yo, yo, come on now ya'll," Fezco jumped in, "Chill. Nobody got no fuckin' wire."
"Prove that shit," Bruce snapped back as he stood close to Fezco, "I don't know who the fuck you are, for real. Far as I'm concerned, you're a fuckin' cop."
"Obviously I'm not wearing a fucking wire," Faye blatantly said, "You paranoid..."
Bruce slammed her head against the wall as she let out a painful scream. She slid down the wall and a breath got stuck in Lulu's throat as they all discovered a hole where her head was slammed.
"Hey! Hey, hey, she didn't do shit. I'm just tryna tell you," Custer was slammed against the wall as well, "Oh fuck!"
"Let's go, c'mon! Everybody, let's get naked. C'mon, let's go, man, hurry!"
"Ain't got all fucking night!"
Lulu looked over at Fezco who painfully nodded in her direction as he removed his sweater. So she decided to do what she was known for. Pretend.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and convinced herself she was on a movie set. In her mind, she started picturing a large camera near the microwave, a few light spots by the fridge, the hallway and another one right next to her. She started visualizing an entire camera crew and she heard a faint « Action » as she opened her eyes.
Robotically, she unzipped her jeans, kicked off her shoes and unlaced her top. She placed an arm over her chest to cover her breasts and tried to ignore B.J. staring at her. She noticed Fezco death glaring at the guy but Lulu was so focused on Fezco that he somehow calmed his temper and looked back at his girlfriend.
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Bruce was dancing all around them until he realized Rue was still full dressed. Lulu internally cursed.
"You not hear what the fuck I said?"
"Uh, no, I'm, I'm just... I'm in, I'm in high school."
Bruce didn't waste a second and grabbed a fistful of Rue's hair, dragging her out of the room. Lulu tried to grab Bruce's arm to stop him as she ended up with Mitch's gun against her neck.
"Yo, yo, hold on man—" Fezco had now B.J's gun pointed at him.
"Whoa there, pretty boy, or I'll fold yo shit right here."
Short breaths and intense heart beats. That's all Lulu could feel and hear inside her brain. She nervously started scratching her thigh as she closed her eyes, feeling like she couldn't breathe correctly now that her best friend wasn't in the room anymore.
"Yo, what the fuck's going on back there?" B.J. shouted, "Hurry the fuck up!"
Dark dots covered her vision and she could feel her heart beating in her neck. When Bruce and Rue came back in the room, Lulu didn't even notice the large breath that invaded her lungs. If they hadn't been in a life threatening situation —and that she wasn't completely naked, Lulu would have jumped in Rue's arms.
"B.J, we good?" Bruce asked.
"Yeah, we good. Kid had a Glock on him."
"So now, what?"
"Hey... Laurie. It's really good to see you again," Custer barely spoke, "Um... I-I wanted to introduce you to a super-dope friend of mine... my boy, Fez. He's like... he is fire, like..."
"Where's Mouse?" Laurie interrupted coldly.
"Um... you think I could, like... put my drawers on and talk to you in the other room for a sec?" Fezco asked.
"Okay."
Lulu didn't even wait a second before pulling her jeans back on and grabbing her butterfly-shaped top from the floor, turning around so her back was now facing Rue. Her best friend quickly understood the meaning and rapidly tied it in the back for her.
What Lulu had missed though, were the words exchanged between Fezco and Laurie about her.
"Who's the other one?" Laurie asked as she glanced at Lulu.
Fezco stared at his girlfriend as he realized it was yet another defining moment for him. All his life he had learned to push away feelings. When his ex had cheated on him, he had moved on quite quickly, not because he didn't have feelings but because he had kept his walls up. Just in case. He was well aware that dating someone like him couldn't be a simple fling, that it was dangerous and that it would need a lot of work and trust to last.
And he looked at Lulu, fixing her top on the other side of the room, and he knew it wasn't just a fling. Because she had never grown any interest in him because he was selling drugs. Truth was, she was into him as a person. And when things in his life got tough, she stayed.
Fezco faced Laurie, "She's my girl."
Maybe it was the way Fezco had said it. Maybe it was the connection that had been palpable from the moment they stared at each other earlier. Maybe it was both.
No matter what it was, Laurie felt it was genuine, "If she's the one, you hold on tight."
Next thing she knew, they were all walking out safely with a suitcase filled with drugs.
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, and here we go for the second chapter of season two!!! i hope you guys enjoyed it, i know most of you are really eager to get to fez beating nate's ass (so am i don't worry!)
the next one will be posted very shortly!
don't forget to comment your thoughts, again thank you so so much for the support i am soooo happy to see that so many of you like lulu (she is the favorite oc i ever created) and the story, it means the world!!!
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Она очаровывает его и слепит каким то странным, новым, неизведанным ощущением, завораживает своими руками, заглушает эмоции и вытаскивает наружу из самых глубинок сердца только самое хорошее. Невероятно, ему так тепло.(Под песню Fleur - Будь моим смыслом. )
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