URGE • Fezco • Euphoria

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Liz was surprised she got back to Ashtray and Fezco's place without a scratch,  considering she was driven back by a 12 year old on drugs.

The drive was spent in silence, Fez' bloody hands rested in hers in the backseat of his car while she she watched the night sky, her mind running trough the events that took place at the New Years party.

"You good?"
Ashtray turned around to face his brother as well as the girl next to him, looking at the two in concern while walking inside the house.

Liz nodded at the boy and flashed him a simple smile, Fez just nodded, neither of them breaking the silence.

Ashtray shifted his eyes between the two and shrugged.
"Imma be in my room if y'all need me."
He stated before making his way up the stairs and into his room.

Liz watched his small figure leave before turning around to face Fezco, noticing his blood covered hands and split open knuckles.

"You look like shit."
She whispered, earning a soft chuckle from the boy who turned his gaze away from his feet and towards the girl in front of him. He noticed the concern in her eyes, making him feel bad about the situation.

He wasn't sure how he managed to drag Liz into all of his shit, and he didn't know why she didn't get up and run from him, away from all of the drama he got her into, back to her simple life. All he knew was that he couldn't let go of her. He found someone who stood by his side trough all of the shit that happend in his life, even if it meant ruining her own. It scared him, and made him wonder why the fuck she was willing to do all that for him, but he didn't want to know. He just wanted her.

"Let's clean you up for a bit, yeah?"
She took his hands into hers, guiding him into the bathroom. He just followed, still not able to say a word.

Liz gently washed the blood from Fez' hands with a wet cloth while he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, her body placed between his legs. She noticed the stained blood was a mixture of both Nate's and his own when a fresh red puddle formed itself onto the palm of his hands, pouring from a cut on his knuckles.

The two of them hadn't spoken a word since Liz guided them into the small bathroom. Fez just watched the girl in silence while she cleaned his wounds.

"You messed him up pretty bad."
Liz broke the silence, finally mentioning the attack.

"Well yeah, he deserved it."
Fez spoke, shrugging as he did so.

"Can't say he didn't."
Liz shrugged, focused on his hands.
"But you might've gotten yourself into a lot of shit."

"Wasn't I already?"
Fez locked his eyes with hers.

"Well, yes, but now you gonna have Cal Jacobs after your ass too. He can take the store from you with a snap of his fingers."
Liz ranted, concerned about Fez' position.

"He's not gon do shit."
The boy shook his head, earning a disapproving sigh from Liz.

"Yes he will."
She argued, even though he knew there was no point.

"It don't matter. Nate deserved it after he touched you like that."

"Wait, this is still about him gripping my fucking wrist?! Fez that was like fucking months ago!"
The blonde stated in shock.

"Yeah well, he fucking threatened you too. I ain't forgot that."
He shrugged, not seeing the problem with it.

"You are insane."
Liz snorted, continuing to clean him up.

"Take of your shirt."
She ordered, earning an amused grin from the boy.

"Shit, maybe we should go to bathroom first before we get into all that, don't you think?"
He teased, causing the blonde to roll her eyes playfully.