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Since I’ve been loving you

Fezco x Female Reader

Summary: The story of how Fez fell in love with his ray of sunshine

Word Count: 13.6K

Warnings: Drug use, mentions of sexual assault, anxiety and mental illness, mention of Nate Jacobs being an asshole and smut!

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Fez was a picture of pure contentment as Rue practically skipped into the convenience store. The way the drug dealer stood, leaning against the wall with the beautiful woman draped over him, cemented him as one of the luckiest bastards in this small, cursed town. Anyone driving by could see it.

Rue smiled instinctively as she saw the couple, the blatant display of affection she still wasn’t quite used to seeing from good old, sweet and quiet Fezco, despite the fact that the couple had been together for years.

The two of them seemed meant to be, a concept she still had trouble wrapping her mind around.

Fezco and Stevie had a way about them, they always seemed to defy the odds.

As soon as she saw the young girl walking towards the store, Stevie gasped, a bright smile growing on her face.

“Holy shit, Rue?”

Rue waved weakly, but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she was brought into a fiercely tight hug. Stevie was good that way. She had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world.

That was probably why Rue allowed her to hug her the way she did. Stevie was just about the only person who was allowed to treat Rue like the damaged person in serious need of love that she was.

Rue never felt threatened by her affection. She knew it was always genuine.

“I’m so happy to see you.” Stevie gushed, still crushing her in tight grip. “How long have you been out?”

“Like 5 days.” Rue shrugged.

Stevie finally let her out of her hug and planted a big kiss on her cheek. “You look amazing.”

“Hey, there’s some new girl I think you’re gonna be friends with. She looked all sailor moon and shit, thought she looked like your kinda girl.” Fez drawled as he took a long drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah?”

“She seemed pretty cool.” Stevie told her, her bright smile, like the light of a thousand suns, never wavering. “So… how do you feel?”

“Well, ever since I gave my life over to my lord and savior Jesus Christ, things have been like, really good.”

“Word? That’s what's up.” Fez responded, ever the supportive friend.

Stevie snickered, knowing exactly what Rue was pulling.

“I’m fucking with you, Fez.” Rue laughed, making the drug dealer scoff and shake his head in amusement.

“Well, I’m glad to see Rehab hasn’t stolen your Rue-ness.” Stevie nudged her playfully.

“Speaking of, is Ashtray in the back?”

The question made the couple bristle and look at each other, sharing equal looks of uncertainty. That definitely hadn’t been the question they had been expecting from their newly rehabbed friend.

“You serious?”

“What, you think ‘cause I went to rehab, I stayed clean?”

“Ain’t that the point?”

Rue looked at Fez like he was crazy and shook her head with a laugh. “Well, the world’s comin’ to an end and I haven’t even graduated highschool yet.” She commented as she stepped into the store to find Ashtray and the plethora of drugs he had to offer.

Stevie crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze following Rue, her expression falling into one of troubled worry. Turning to her boyfriend, she found the same concern written across his face.

“We should’ve stopped her, shouldn’t we?”

Fez sighed heavily, taking another drag of cigarette and shrugged. “Rue’s gonna do what she wants. We sure as hell ain’t gonna stop her.”

“We could.”

“Stevie, c’mon, baby. There ain’t nothin’ you can do for someone who don’t want your help.” Fez told her and beckoned her closer. She stepped forward and perched herself in his lap, her eyes closing in contentment as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Don’t stress ‘bout it.”

“I know.” She mumbled, forcing herself not to dwell on the horrible feeling churning in her stomach, the worry she had for Rue, and nestled in closer to Fez, allowing herself to feel comforted by his arms around her.

That was how Rue found them as she exited the hidden freezer. Her lips twitched, a strange feeling of longing growing in her as she saw the couple curled up in each other, the perfect picture of a healthy relationship, one not common in this area.

The story of Fez and Stevie was an interesting one, one that was the talk of the town for a long time. But despite all the gossip, no one could deny how perfect they were for each other.

Stevie was a rarity, that was for sure. She was just about the most genuine, real person Rue had ever met. It was no wonder she had found her way to Fez. On the outside, Stevie seemed too good for him, too prim and proper for a man like Fez, a man who made his living by selling drugs.

But they didn’t know the full story.

Stevie was born to drug addicts. It was a miracle she was born healthy and functioning. Her mother certainly hadn’t been careful about making sure her baby was safe. She had smoked and drank throughout her pregnancy, not giving a damn about how it might affect her daughter.

With all the drugs her mother had pumped into her system ever since she was a teenager, her heart was weak, barely functioning without a daily line of cocaine. She couldn’t take the delivery.

Her mother’s heart stopped the second she came into the world.

Her father, just as oblivious to the world as her mother had been, didn’t shed a tear the day her mother died. She wasn’t the love of his life, she was just a woman he had gotten pregnant.

Her father, high as a kite the day she was born, thought it would be hilarious to give her a ridiculous name. He could barely breathe, he was laughing so hard, as he signed the birth certificate of his new, beautiful baby daughter ‘Steve’.

Her father thought it was the funniest prank he ever pulled, no matter if it was at the expense of the person he was supposed to love and cherish the most.

By the time she was old enough to talk, she penned herself Stevie, albeit, with all the bitterness she possessed in her young body. She wanted to be named something lovely, something delicate like most girls she knew were named.

She wanted to be named Daisy or Lily, after a beautiful flower. She didn’t want to be the butt of a joke and she resented her father since the day she understood what the emotion resentment was.

She wanted nothing more than to meet the nurse that let her junkie father’s stupid joke slide and slap her across the face for the years of torment that damn ‘prank’ earned her.

Each first day of school from kindergarten to her senior year was hell. The mumbled and bitter ‘it’s Stevie’ each time the teacher called her given name made the others in class snicker and look at her just like her father wanted, as the butt of the joke.

She was almost thankful she didn’t have to grow up with that jackass.

A motorcycle accident when she was four years old took him away from her forever. She didn’t cry the day he died. She had no reaction as the woman who lived next door who was babysitting her fell to the floor in sobs as the cops at the door told her the news.

She didn’t cry as she was taken into the policewoman’s arms and brought to the station. She didn’t cry as a woman she didn’t know who claimed to be from Children and Family Services told her she was going to live somewhere else.

Stevie always wondered if that made her a bad person.

At the age of five, after spending only a year in foster care, her prayers were answered as The Warren’s, a picturesque family, rescued her from the hell that was a life in the system. They were a put together, well-mannered couple who, by some unfortunate miracle, couldn’t have kids of their own.

They were nice enough. They didn’t abuse her, they didn’t neglect her like she was used to with her biological father.

They were the embodiment of what she saw on a sitcom from the 1950s. Her father went to work, came home, opened a beer and watched tv while dinner was made for him. He never had to lift a finger, he never even had to look at his family.

Her mother, the sweet woman that she was, always had her hair styled to perfection and pearls around her neck, no matter the occasion. She didn’t seem to mind having to cook everyday. She didn’t seem to mind having to do the dishes after every meal. In fact, she seemed happy to do it.

It made Stevie’s skin crawl.

She loved her parents, but not in the conventional sense. She loved them because she was grateful for the care they gave her. She loved them because they kept a roof over her head and put food on the table every day and gave her an education.

But she didn’t like them.

She hated that they never talked about her culture, where she came from. They wanted her to fit in with their white, nuclear family ideal. They were so scared that if they talked about her life before she was adopted by them, she’d remember all the bad memories of her living with her absent and addict of a father.

They didn’t know that she already had memories of him, bad memories she thought of daily. She never told them that. She never told them that she was old enough to remember her biological father and they never knew how that neglect she faced at a young age affected her her entire life.

She thought they were too soft, too naive to know the truth.

Stevie was always a pacifist, looking out for others, not wanting to stir up trouble in fear of making someone else’s life difficult, even if it meant her suffering. And she suffered a lot.

As a child, she had trouble making friends. She watched her peers easily create lasting connections, but she was always too scared to try. When she was seven years old, her mother put her in ballet classes and the night before the first recital, she had her first panic attack.

By the time she was ten, panic attacks were a regular, practically weekly occurrence. Her parents, who had no idea what to do, who had no idea that they stemmed from the trauma she experienced as a child, threw her in therapy.

She was medicated by the time was eleven, dosed with a heavy prescription of anti-anxiety medication in the hopes that she would maybe someday be a functioning member of society.

In the eighth grade, Stevie had her first boyfriend. Nate Jacobs was a picture of perfection. He was the perfect boyfriend - well, whatever a boyfriend could mean when you were that young.

He would hold her hand as he walked her home from school, planting a sweet and innocent peck to her lips as they said goodbye, he would sit and eat lunch with her, he would cheer her on at her soccer games. It was all so sweetly innocent. Until it wasn’t.

She lost her virginity to Nate Jacobs and he lost his to her.

It soon went downhill. After they had sex, Nate became possessive, he became jealous and at times, he became downright mean. It scared Stevie, to see this other side of him she had never seen before.

She was strategic, scared of his reaction, so she broke up with him the day school ended, right before she left for a family vacation for the summer so she didn’t have to face him or the wrath she feared he’d have against her.

Even after all these years, she made sure to stay clear of Nate Jacobs. She saw a darkness within him that she wanted no part of.

Stevie had meaningless encounters with men throughout her young life.

None of it meant anything like she thought it would.

She was a quiet, anxious person who was desperate to fit in. She didn’t have sex because she wanted to, she had sex because she felt like she had to. She loathed to have any trait that separated her from her peers, any reason for her to be ridiculed.

She had enough of them, her name, her parentage, her history, she didn’t want anything else to separate her from the pack.

She hooked up with boys from her class at parties, seeking validation she felt she’d never received before. Every fumble with boys was a manifestation of her twisted daddy issues, something she was sure no one even knew she had.

By the time high school came around, she had a good group of friends. She was known as the quiet, slightly awkward member of the group but she had a heart of gold no one could deny.

She listened to Cassie talk about falling in love with a boy from their class.

She listened to Kat fantasize about a man who didn’t exist but would treat her like a queen.

She listened to Maddy have unrealistic standards of boys in their grade.

Rue and Lexi at least didn’t talk about boys. They didn’t seem to care, something she appreciated greatly.

Sevie thought she was the only one who was aware of what the reality was of what boys were like at their age. She expected average, she expected to be disappointed. It was the only thing she knew.

It wasn’t until she met Fez that her standards changed drastically.

She met him the first day of her sophomore year. She had thankfully skipped a grade, something her parents had boasted about at every family function for the next year. Stevie was just relieved because it got her further away from Nate Jacobs and the constant scowls he had on his face whenever he looked at her.

Stevie sat next to Fez in biology, the course he struggled with the most. As she took her seat next to him, she smiled, a quick and nervous smile, but it lingered with Fez to this day, even after all the time they had been together.

He thought she was the sweetest person he’d ever met and he knew it since that first smile. He knew he was doomed since that first smile.

As the teacher went through attendance and called her name, picturing a well to do young man in her place, forcing her to correct the male name to the one she gave herself monotonously, Fez was the only one to not snicker at her expense.

She always remembered that.

One day, just two weeks into class, as they worked on a pop quiz, Stevie finished quickly and moved to the front of the room to hand in her work. As she walked back to her seat, she noticed Fez scratching at the back of his head nervously, his tormented and stressed gaze locked onto the paper in front of him.

Her eyes lingered on his quiz as she passed, noticing the question he was stuck on. She grabbed her backpack, throwing it over her shoulder and as she moved to the front of the class to exit, she turned on her heel, clearing her throat to subtly gain his attention.

His eyes lifted at the sound, meeting her playful gaze.

“B.” She mouthed, giving him the answer to the question he was struggling with.

Fez perked up in his seat, looking back at her with a bewildered expression. She just raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing on her lips. Fez eagerly looked back down at the quiz and circled in ‘B’.

At lunch time, Fez elbowed his way through the crowds, desperate to find his savior. He found her sitting at a table by herself, her nose buried in a book, her headphones planted over her ears.

He approached her nervously, his fingers anxiously playing with the strap of his backpack over his one shoulder.

“Hey,” He called out softly.

She looked up at him, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Hey.” She said, taking off her headphones.

“Thanks for helpin’ me out in class.”

“Oh… that was nothing.” She waved him off, downplaying her actions, something Fez hated in that moment. It was something he hated even years into dating.

“Nah, wasn’t nothin’. You saved my ass back there. If I got another fail I’d be in some deep shit.”

Stevie smiled shyly, not used to the praise she was getting.

“I’ve never seen you ‘round before. You new in town?”

“No, I uhh, I skipped a grade.” Stevie admitted shyly, slightly worried her explanation would come off as bragging.

“Damn, really? So, You’re like, smart smart, huh?”

“I just… I dunno, I guess so.” She shrugged, unsure of how to respond to his niceness. “I could… help you out, if you want.” She offered before she even knew what she was saying.

“Yeah?” Fez looked at her in surprise. He hadn’t expected such a request from her. He could tell she was shy, that she was the kind of person who liked to keep to herself. “You don’t gotta. Think I’m pretty much hopeless with that science shit.”

“No, you just have to have the right teacher.”

Fez looked down at her, biting his lip to repress the smirk of amusement that threatened to grow. “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.” She smiled widely, ignoring every anxious instinct that told her to keep to herself.

“Cool.” Fez nodded, smiling lightly. “I’m Fez.”

“Stevie.”

“Stevie.” He repeated slowly, a smile forming on his lips. “That’s a pretty dope name.”

A wide smile grew, her heart racing in her chest at his words, a compliment she knew he didn’t realize how much meant to her.

That was the beginning of their friendship.

Fez would meet Stevie at the library, always showing up ten minutes early to their tutoring sessions. He didn’t understand why, but those sessions with her were the only time he showed an interest in school at all. She had a way of talking him through the things he didn’t understand without making him feel stupid, something his teachers throughout the years hadn’t managed.

Fez thought about dropping out of school all the time. He later realized the only reason he lasted so long was so he could keep seeing Stevie everyday.

They met up every Monday and Wednesday after school and it soon became something they both looked forward to. Their friendship developed quickly and easily.

They found themselves in some sessions not even opening their books. They would spend hours talking and for someone like Fez, who spent his entire life only putting forth few words when needed, it was monumental.

He found he liked the way she talked about life.

Fez soon realized how easy she was to talk to and Stevie soon realized how unlike Fez was from the other boys at school. He listened to her when she spoke. His eyes wouldn’t wander down her shirt as she spoke, he wouldn’t make a pass at her, hoping to get into her pants.

Fez loved that Stevie didn’t judge him when he talked about wanting to drop out. He appreciated that she didn’t look down on him like so many others did.

“I don’t blame you. I get it, I’m counting down the days until I can get out of this hell hole.”

“But you’re smart, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about here.”

“Being smart doesn't mean I have it all figured out. I feel like I’m just going through the motions here, just waiting for it to be over.”

Fez looked at her intently, feeling his stomach doing a strange flipping feeling, one he had never felt before.

He had never heard his own feelings put to words so perfectly.

“Damn.” He mumbled, shaking his head in slight disbelief, a small smile growing across his lips. “You really a genius, huh?”

Stevie laughed and nudged him lightly, mumbling a quiet and bashful ‘shut up’.

One day, they had lost track of time talking and, before they knew it, the library was closing. Looking at the time on her phone, she cursed under her breath, knowing her mom would have stern words for her when she got home hours later than she said she would be home.

“I gotta go.” She announced, closing the open book they had only read one page from and ignored for the rest of the time.

Fez watched her pack up her things, disappointed but already looking forward to their next session.

“You need a ride?”

“No, I’m good, I got my bike.” She said with a bright smile as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Before Fez could even form his next sentence, she leaned down and kissed his cheek. He was left to sit there with his face blank, all words gone from his brain, his wide-eyed gaze locked on her until she was out of sight.

Fez knew she was an affectionate person, he had seen her kiss her friends on their cheeks many times and he knew that was her way of showing she cared for them. He felt honoured to be one of them.

He just wished it had been more than just platonic.

They found themselves texting each other every day, their eyes glued to their phones all hours of the night as they talked about random things they thought of. None of it meant much, but it meant the world to them.

“Stevie.”

“Huh?” She looked up from her phone to catch her mother’s disapproving glare.

“Phone away at the table.”

“Sorry.” She mumbled and placed her phone down, continuing to eat the dinner in front of her. When her phone buzzed, her eyes locked onto it, trying to read the text Fez had just sent her on her lock screen before it faded to black.

“Stevie, what is so important that you’re ignoring us?” Her mother called out impatiently.

“Nothing.”

“Who’s Fez?” Her father asked, his head craned towards her, his narrowed gaze on her phone screen.

“Dad!”

“You’re texting a boy?” Her mother asked, her annoyed expression now one of excitement.

“He’s in my class. I’m tutoring him.”

“Oh, so you’re texting about school, then?”

Stevie’s eyes flickered between both her parents and their waiting gazes. “Yeah, we have a test coming up.” She answered swiftly, her heart pounding in her chest as she lied.

Her parents shared a look, neither one of them believing her answer, the nervous tone of her voice gave it away instantly, but they didn’t say anything. They spent the rest of the dinner in silence and as soon as Stevie placed her plate in the dishwasher, she was racing up the stairs, ignoring her mother’s scolding for running in the house.

Closing her bedroom door, she flopped onto her bed and pulled her phone out from her pocket, a smile gracing her lips effortlessly as she finally read Fez’s latest text.

Their friendship was progressing quickly and despite the fact that there were things in both their lives they kept private, not yet divulging to the other, they both felt as though they could tell the other.

They were at a point of no return, where it would be impossible for them to go back to the way things were before the beginning of the semester. They wouldn’t be leaving each other’s lives any time soon, not if they both could help it.

One Wednesday, Stevie was running late to their tutoring sessions and she was practically jogging through the halls, while still being mindful not to draw too much attention to herself. She was panting with exertion as she made her way inside the library and she began to make her way through the maze of stacks to get to their usual spot.

She stopped in her tracks, her eyes going wide as she saw Fez do a not-so-subtle handshake with a senior football player, the exchange clear to her.

With the interaction finished, Fez pocketed the money and turned on his heel, finally meeting Stevie’s bewildered gaze. His heart dropped to his stomach as he knew he was caught red handed.

He never wanted to divulge this part of his life with her. It was the part of him that always stopped his thoughts of her from wandering into that territory. It was the part of him that made him certain she was too good for him to even be thinking of her in any romantic capacity.

“Hey.” He called out, plastering on a fake smile, though it was weak, portraying just how scared he was of what would come next.

He expected the inevitable look of disgust, the toss of her hair over her shoulder as she turned her back on him and stormed off.

But none of that came.

“You ready to study?”

Fez’s brows furrowed at her words and he looked at her incredulously, briefly wondering if he had imagined the look on her face when he had first turned around. He wondered, incredibly hopefully, that his cover wasn’t blown, that she hadn’t seen the true him.

But he could tell she had. She was withdrawn from him, her eyes barely able to meet his. He knew he fucked up.

They walked to their usual table, Fez stealing looks at her every few seconds, his heart still racing, still reeling from getting caught.

“You ain’t gonna ask ‘bout all that?” Fez asked quietly, wincing slightly as he prepared himself for the barrage of insults he worried would come his way. He’d heard all of them before, the petty names of ‘junkie’, ‘low-life’, ‘dumbass’. But he knew he couldn’t handle hearing it from her.

“Don’t think it’s any of my business.”

The sentence, no matter how simple, practically knocked Fez off his feet.

“But… I don’t-...” He stammered, unable to put words together to convey just what he was feeling in that moment. “You still wanna tutor me?” He asked, his voice laced with worry. He feared she would end this and he wouldn’t get this treasured time with her.

“Of course I do.”

“You… you ain’t… judgin’ me ‘cause’a that?” He asked, still in disbelief by her calmness.

To be honest, what she saw scared her. But Stevie wasn’t one to be hesitant around drugs, her upbringing made sure of that. If anything, the only thing that terrified her was Fez getting in trouble. If he got caught, he’d be far out of her life.

“Everyone has to make a living.” She stated simply with a shrug.

Stevie kept her head down, her eyes focused on the textbooks she brought out of her backpack as she flipped through the pages to get to the chapter she and Fez were working on. As she moved, she felt his eyes on her.

Turning her head slowly, her gaze met his and she smiled lightly, feeling her heart flip at the amazed look in his eyes as he stared at her.

No one had ever looked at her like that.

Fez cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head nervously, unsure of what to think of the new feelings surging within him. He pulled his chair closer to her, his arm brushing against hers and they both ignored their racing hearts, both overwhelmed at how such a simple touch set them alight.

From there, it was getting harder and harder for Fez to ignore the thoughts of her that were constantly swirling around in his head

As he worked at the store, he looked at the selection of candy before him, wondering which one was her favourite. As he watched tv, he wondered if she ever saw the show he was watching, he wondered if it made her laugh like it did to him. As he drove and a song played on the radio, he wondered if she had ever heard it, if she liked it.

He wanted to know these things about her. He wanted to know everything about her.

On a friday night, Fez was working at the store, Ash at his side as the young kid sat on the counter, rolling joints like a pro.

He could hear the girlish giggles from around the corner and he sighed heavily, preparing himself for the onslaught of annoyance that came with young high school girls who thought they were playing out a Tarantino fantasy as they asked for drugs.

But he was pleasantly surprised as he noticed a familiar face in the group of girls.

Stevie scanned the aisles, grabbing a bag of cheetos and a can of cherry cola, ignoring the droning of Maddy as she continued to talk about Nate Jacobs.

Maddy didn’t know about her brief relationship with the man and while Stevie wanted to warn Maddy about Nate and his toxic traits, she was hesitant to tell Maddy that she had a history with the man she was crushing on hard. Her friend could be temperamental at times and that was putting it lightly.

She looked up, her passive expression morphing into one of surprise as she saw Fez at the counter.

“Hey, I didn’t know you worked here.” She grinned as she stepped towards the counter, ignoring the confused looks her friends sent her.

“It’s a family business.”

“Is this your brother?”

“Yeah, this is Ashtray.”

Stevie’s brows raised in surprise at the name, but she didn’t exactly feel like the person to judge anyone’s name.

“Nice to meet you, Ashtray.” She said politely to the kid who looked over his shoulder at her and nodded in greeting.

“Sup.”

Stevie laughed slightly, the child the embodiment of a twenty-something drug dealer. She turned back to Fez, biting her lip nervously.

“So my parents are out of town this weekend and I’m having a party at my place tomorrow night. You should come.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Dunno, you just… don’t seem like the type to disobey your parents.”

Stevie’s expression fell, her chest aching with an uncomfortable feeling that was all too familiar for her. Noticing the change in her expression, Fez stood up straighter, worry coursing through him that he’d made a grave mistake.

“Sorry, didn’t mean shit by that. Just… you seem like one of the good ones.”

“Well, I won’t be shooting up heroin in the bathroom, but I still know how to have fun. I’m not a total prude.”

Fez chuckled, taken aback by her blunt words, but he found he liked it. She was slowly showing parts of her, the real her, that both surprised and delighted him.

“Nah, didn’t think you were.” The way she reacted to his drug dealing certainly proved that. “But, umm, I'd love to go.” He said, hoping he didn’t sound as nervous to her as he did to his own ears. And he wasn’t about to tell her that he showed up to every party to deal.

Stevie smiled and grabbed his hand, making his smile falter as he stared down at her in shock. It wasn’t until she grabbed the marker on the counter beside him that he understood and he watched, entranced, as she wrote her address on his palm.

“Stevie, come on, let’s go.” Kat called out, the group of them ready to go.

Slightly disappointed, Stevie stepped away from the counter, smiling at Fez. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you.”

As Stevie left the store, fighting the urge to look back over her shoulder at him, she heard Ashtray’s mumbled voice.

“That’s Stevie?”

She bit her lip, her stomach flipping at the knowledge that Fez had talked about her.

“What’s up with you?”

Stevie was startled out of her daze and looked at Cassie who was eyeing her suspiciously, though the coy smile on her face was telling that she knew exactly what was going on.

“Nothing.”

“Since when are you friends with Fez?”

“We have bio together.” She shrugged innocently, not yet ready to divulge just what she felt for the quiet drug dealer.

Cassie’s knowing smirk made Stevie blush and she quickened her steps to get to the car faster and end the conversation.

By the next night, her house was crawling with teenagers, most she didn’t even know. She never understood how parties got this crazy. Looking around the crowds, she kept her head on a swivel, looking for the one person she was desperately wanting to see.

She felt nervous at the prospect of seeing Fez in such a casual way, one that had nothing to do with their tutoring arrangement. She downed the spiked fruity punch in her cup in one swallow and quickly made her way to the kitchen to get more to sate her nerves.

When Fez arrived at the party, he was on the lookout, his eyes scanning every face that passed him in search of her.

It took awhile to get through the crowds but he eventually found her. He smiled at the sight of her, a strange feeling settling within him as he watched her laugh, leaning heavily on Rue for stability as her laugh shook her entire body. Fez was enamored with the sight.

She was quiet around him but he got the feeling she was the type of person to give you her all once you had her trust. He longed for the day she could laugh like that with him.

He stepped into the kitchen, sending a nod to Rue who greeted him happily, equating his presence to an incoming drug haul.

“Hey, you came!” Stevie called out excitedly over the loud music. Without a thought, she stepped forward eagerly and practically jumped into his arms.

Fez was stunned by the tight hug and his arms floundered for a second before he snapped out of his daze and hugged her back.

Rue watched, her face creased in confusion as she saw the expression on Fez’s face change. His usual passive and uncaring demeanor was nowhere to be found. He looked downright gleeful in that hug.

Rue placed her hand over her mouth to hide her laugh.

As the two pulled away from the hug, their eyes met and they shared a small smile, the both of them nervous as any teen with their crush would be.

“You, uhh, you look great.” Fez stuttered, cursing himself for the hitch in his voice but when he saw the blush bloom on her cheeks, his humiliation quickly turned into triumph.

“Thanks.” Stevie said as she curled a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous tick she’d had since she was a kid.

“You two know each other?” Rue asked, eyeing the drug dealer wearily. She knew her friend didn’t partake in hard drugs, nothing more than weed, and she found it hard to believe they would be close friends.

“She’s helpin’ me with school.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Do you want a drink?” Stevie asked, quickly changing the conversation. She knew how uncomfortable Fez felt talking about school, something that was a big insecurity for him. He nodded and followed her to the table stacked full of alcohol.

“Hey, so I was wonderin’ if maybe, on Monday, if you wanna study at my place, ‘stead of the library.”

Stevie looked at him, her heart racing, her mind running wild as she thought of what he could possibly mean by his proposition. Surely, it had to mean more than just studying, right? She was sure Fez never did anything with a hidden meaning, he was the type to tell people what he meant, straightforwardly, but she couldn’t help but hope.

Suddenly realizing she hadn’t said a word and Fez was looking at her, nervously awaiting her answer, she shook herself out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” She replied, hoping she didn’t sound as eager as she worried she did.

“Cool.” Fez nodded, his lips twitching upwards.

Suddenly, the sound of a loud crash from the other room broke the moment. Stevie sighed heavily, rolling her eyes in frustration.

“Fuck, I gotta go deal with that.” Stevie said and began to make her way out of the room but turned on her heel to look back at him, only to find his eyes still on her. “I’ll be back.”

Fez nodded and continued to watch her leave.

It wasn’t until Rue laughed that he was forced out of his trance-like state.

“Damn, you got it bad, Fez.”

“The hell you on about, Rue?”

“You and Stevie. You in love with her or something?”

Fez shook his head, ignoring the way his heart jumped at her accusation.

“You’re crazy, bro. You know that?”

“Oh come on.” Rue admonished with a roll of her eyes. “Your eyes turn into cartoon hearts when you look at her. You’re whipped, dude.”

Fez didn’t have a response. He had no rebuttal because it was true. He couldn’t deny how he looked at her, he couldn’t deny the strange feelings within him whenever he thought about her. He couldn’t deny what Rue was teasing him about.

“Holy shit, you’re really in it, aren’t you?” Rue asked in disbelief, noting that he had no teasing comeback. He was serious in what he felt, something she’d never seen from him before.

“Fuck,” Fez sighed, scratching the back of his head. “Don’t say shit ‘bout it, kay?”

She could see how agitated he was getting at the prospect of her telling on him and her expression of shock never wavered, she had never seen Fez so worked up before.

“Alright, I got you. But it’s gonna cost you.”

Fez sighed heavily, regretting not walking away from Rue when he had the chance. “Fuckin’ hell, Rue, you know I ain’t givin’ you shit for free.”

“Not free, just a discount.” Rue offered, giving him an innocent smile.

“Shit, you know you owe me like a hundred bucks already, right?”

Rue opened her mouth to argue back, but it quickly shut when she realized Fez was right. He scoffed in amusement and clapped his hand on Rue’s shoulder as he passed her and began to make his way into the hoard of people in search of Stevie.

Across the house, with her arms full of vases, Stevie pushed her way through the crowds to get to her room. She knew her mom would freak out if she came home to find her best crystal shattered.

The music was muted upstairs, away from the chaos the main floor held. She pushed the valuables under her bed, making a note to remember to put them back tomorrow before her parents got home and realized what had happened in their absence.

“Hey.”

Stevie jumped in fright and turned abruptly, placing a hand over her racing heart. A cute guy stood in her doorway, a charming smile plastered on his face.

“Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s ok, I just wasn’t expecting you.” Stevie assured him, shifting on her feet, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his presence. “The bathroom’s down the hall.”

“I wasn’t looking for the bathroom. I was looking for you.”

Stevie’s hackles raised immediately and she crossed her arms over her chest protectively. “For me?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you ‘round, thought I’d finally make my move.”

Stevie looked at him in confusion, her expression one of shock and hesitance, weary of what brought him up to her room.

“I’m Jeff, we have english together.”

“Oh right, sorry. I think I’ve had too much to drink tonight.”

“Nah, that’s ok.” He smiled and began to slowly make his way into her room, closing the door behind him.

Stevie’s shoulders tensed, her eyes zeroing in on the closed door. A sense of dread began to overtake her and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention as every instinct told her to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

Downstairs, Fez was still on his quest to find her. He was stopped multiple times by other party goers looking to buy drugs off of him. He didn’t care that he was making money, he was only getting annoyed that they all kept slowing him down.

Fez began to make his way up the stairs, his eyes falling over every picture that lined the walls. He smiled to himself at the sight of her childhood self, noting that she looked nothing like her parents.

He wondered why that was something she had never talked about before.

As he got to the upper level, he flinched slightly at the sound of a slamming door. His brows furrowed, his expression morphing into one of concern as he saw Stevie storming down the narrow hallway, her face dark like a thundercloud, a look he had never seen on her face before, a look he could never even fathom on her face before.

“Hey, you alright?”

His words seemed to startle her and she looked up at him, her dark expression changing into one of fear and it made Fez’s stomach twist uncomfortably. He never wanted her to look at him like that.

He stepped closer to her, his senses now on high alert.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice low with worry.

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

He raised a questioning brow, knowing she was trying to blow off his question. “You sure you’re-”

“I’m gonna get another drink, you need one?”

Fez faltered for a moment, taken aback by her obvious brush off. “Nah, I’m good. You wanna talk-”

“I’ll meet up with you later.” She interrupted his questions of concern again, giving him a fake smile and breezed past him to make her way down the stairs.

Fez watched her go, feeling as though his heart cracked more with each step she took away from him. He ran a hand over his face and sighed heavily, trying to wrack his brain for a reason, if there was something he’d said that ruined her night.

The sound of a door opening behind him broke him out of his thoughts and he looked over his shoulder, his entire body going rigid, his blood running cold as a preppy looking douchebag came out of the same room he’d seen Stevie exiting from.

The man gave Fez a jovial smirk as he fixed his jacket which was askew on his frame, evident that he’d thrown it on hurriedly.

Fez felt his hands clench into fists as his mind raced with the thousands of possibilities of what that interaction meant. He didn’t know what happened in that room, but one thing was for sure, he hated the smug smile on that douchebag’s face.

Downstairs, Stevie found solace outside, her shaking hands trying and failing to light the joint at her lips.

“You need some help?”

Stevie jumped and cursed under her breath. “The fuck, Rue? Where the hell did you come from?”

“I’ve been out here this whole time watching you struggle. You good?”

“I’m fine.”

“Where were you? I think Fez was looking for you.” Rue teased as she moved to sit next to her on the grass.

“I saw him.” She answered monotonously.

Rue eyed her friend curiously, noting the clipped tone of her voice, one so unlike the Stevie she knew.

“Did something happen? Cause if Fez overstepped a boundary you know I have no trouble getting my hands dirty. I’d take him by the shoulders and just- pow!” Rue mimicked a groin-kicking motion, though it did nothing to make Stevie crack a smile.

“No, Fez is fine.” She said quietly.

Rue’s face turned serious, all traces of joking, she even felt more sober at the very quickly unfolding reality that something was seriously wrong with her friend.

“Who did something?” She asked, having a pretty good, yet horrendous idea about what had her looking so haunted.

Stevie turned her head, looking at Rue head on for the first time in the interaction. She looked almost scared that Rue had correctly guessed just what had her shaken.

“Stevie?”

The young woman sighed and leaned back in the grass, tossing her joint to the side, giving up on lighting the damn thing. Rue laid back with her, scooting in closer so her shoulder brushed against hers, awaiting her explanation with bated breath.

“Some guy from my english class.”

“Shit.” Rue whispered, placing a hand over her eyes as she winced. “We can go to the police and nail that asshole to-”

“He didn’t rape me.” Stevie interrupted, stopping the revenge train Rue was full steam ahead on. “He wanted to, I’m sure, but I… I shoved him off before he…”

Rue remained silent, taking in her words with a heavy feeling settling on her chest. She felt disgusted, she felt beyond angry and she felt sad that her friend, the sweetest fucking person she knew on this planet had to go through something so twisted.

“I just don’t get it.”

“Don’t get what?”

Stevie let out a ragged breath, her mind replaying the incident over and over again. “I said no so many times and it… meant nothing to him.”

Rue squeezed her eyes shut, loathing to hear the details.

“I know I’m overreacting, It could’ve been a lot worse. Girls have been through a lot worse and here I am freaking out over nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” Rue said fiercely. “That asshole violated you. It doesn't matter if it went all the way or not. It’s fucking wrong.”

Stevie felt her eyes sting and she settled for just nodding in response, not trusting her voice not to break if she spoke.

Reaching into her pocket, Rue pulled out one of the few remaining pills she had. She wordlessly handed one over to her friend. Stevie looked down at the small white, seemingly completely innocent pill she knew was anything but innocent.

“You wanna forget tonight ever happened, right?”

Stevie nodded and without any more explanation or thought about the matter or the possible consequences, she grabbed the pill and dry swallowed it like it was her only salvation. She let her eyes fall closed, preparing herself to forget about the disastrous night.

It didn’t take long for the drug to start affecting her.

The world turned on its side and she hummed softly as pure relaxation settled over her. Behind her closed eyes she pictured Fez and despite what had happened that night, she felt herself smile.

By Monday, as Stevie was walking into her last class of the day, english class, she felt a pit of dread as heavy as lead in her stomach at the thought of seeing the man who had pushed her too far.

She kept her head down as she took her seat, but her brain, as if trying to torture her, couldn’t help but force her to look up each time someone entered the classroom. As Jeff finally made his way into the room, Stevie’s lips parted, her jaw falling slack with shock.

The teenager’s face was black and blue, his bottom lip swollen nearly tripled its normal size, his left eye almost completely swollen shut.

Throughout the entire class, Stevie couldn’t keep her eyes off of the guy, drinking in every last inch of his bruised face with a delight that should’ve been off putting to her, but honestly, it was just downright satisfying to see him busted up.

As the final bell rang, she eagerly made her way out of class, a strange sense of happiness she didn’t have at the beginning of the day coursing through her. She saw Fez waiting by the front doors and she waved when his eyes found hers.

She navigated her way through the throngs of people to get to Fez, not noticing how he watched her fondly. Her smile was dazzling as she made her way to him and Fez couldn’t help but find his own smile growing at the sight of her.

“Hey, how was your day?”

Stevie laughed slightly, still not quite used to his genuine nature.

“As good as it can be here.”

“Yeah, I feel you. You ready to go?”

She nodded eagerly, her heart beginning to race within her chest at the prospect of going to his house.

As she moved to follow Fez to his car, she noticed his shoulders tense. Turning her head, she saw Jeff passing by them. The injured man’s eyes widened when he saw Fez and they averted to the ground, not daring to look at her as he practically scurried past them.

She watched the scared man leave, her eyes narrowing as the pieces began to fall into place. Her gaze moved to Fez and when he refused to meet her eyes, she knew she had her answer.

Fez was the one who put those bruises on Jeff’s face.

They wordlessly got into his car, neither one of them commenting on the situation at hand as the car was started and they pulled out of the parking lot.

Stevie was taken aback, wondering why the hell Fez had done what he did. She couldn’t help but feel her stomach twisting with excitement at the mere thought that he had done it for her. She didn’t think she’d be the type of girl to swoon over violence, but Fez was making her feel like she didn’t even know herself anymore, but in the best way possible.

“It was you, right?” She finally blurted out, desperate to break the tense silence that was driving her crazy.

“What?” He asked as he shared a brief glance with her before quickly averting his eyes back to the road. He knew exactly what she was asking, but he was reluctant to speak on it, suddenly fearing that he’d overstepped, that he grossly misread the situation.

“You beat the shit out of Jeff.”

Fez just shrugged, trying to hide his nervousness. “Asshole had it comin’.”

“Why?”

Fez just shrugged again, not willing to say what he feared that scum of a man had done to her at her party. He became furious just thinking of it.

“Did he do something to you?”

He couldn’t help but laugh, a soft sound of shock that he couldn’t hold back. It was obvious to him that something had happened at her party, something deeply upsetting and here she was, concerned for him.

“You serious?”

Stevie was even more confused and she shifted in the passenger seat, worried this would spiral into a conflict she had no idea how to deal with. The shock and anger in his voice scared her, not because she worried he would hurt her, but the idea of being on his bad side, of being someone he no longer wanted around, was terrifying to her.

“I know that asshole did somethin’ to you at your party.”

She opened her mouth, but no words escaped her and she was left to gape at him.

“He left your room right after you. Knew you were actin’ weird, knew he hurt you.”

“And you beat him up because of it?”

“You angry?” He asked, his voice low with barely contained worry.

“No, why would I be?”

“Cause I beat the shit outta your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She corrected quickly, desperate for Fez to know she wasn’t a taken woman, especially not for a man like Jeff.

Fez just nodded slowly, trying not to show how elated he felt at the knowledge of her lack of relationship. But there was still one burning question that wouldn’t leave his mind, no matter how much he feared to know the harsh truth.

“So what the hell did he do to you?”

Stevie opened her mouth to refuse that there was ever a problem with that night, that there hadn’t been a fear inducing moment with that asshole, but Fez beat her to it.

“And don’t give me any shit, kay? I know you, Stevie, I know you were upset that night and I know it has somethin’ to do with that asshole.”

She was left to stare at her shoes, refusing to meet his eyes. She didn’t think she could look into those deep pools of blue that captivated her so greatly as she told him about that night.

“It’s not…” She began but trailed off, sighing heavily as she tried to buck up the courage to say the words to the one person she really did not want knowing. “It’s not that bad. He just… it took him some time to understand the meaning of the word ‘no’.” She admitted quietly, her fingers picking at a thread on her jeans anxiously.

The car came to an abrupt halt, a flurry of horns sounding from pissed off drivers behind them. Fez then cranked the wheel, maneuvering a rapid u-turn.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Gotta teach that playboy a lesson. Fucker can’t be walkin’ ‘round after that shit.” Fez said, his voice low and simmering with anger.

Stevie had to ignore the feeling that bloomed in her stomach that was definitely not anger.

“You already beat him up, what else are you gonna do, kill him?”

“Would be doin’ the world a favor.”

“Fez, stop. Just leave it alone.”

“Why?” He yelled, angered beyond belief by her insistence. He wanted to see the man suffer for what he did.

“Because you’re not going to prison over me!”

His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together so hard it was a wonder his teeth didn’t crack from the pressure. His hands clenched on the wheel tightly, his bruised knuckles turning white.

“Fez, please.” She pleaded, her voice softer, portraying just how worried she was.

With a heavy exhale, Fez eased his foot off the gas pedal and put his blinker on to turn around, seizing his rampage for revenge.

Stevie let out a loud breath and slumped back in her seat, running a hand through her hair that was tangled from the wind breezing in from the open window. Fez looked over at her, his chest tightening at the sight of her looking so stressed.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, shamefully. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me.” She assured him, looking over at him with reverence. “You could never scare me.”

Fez felt his throat go tight, like he could no longer breathe. It was quiet in the car, the radio playing on a low volume the only sound between them as he tried hard to force his brain that felt like it was short-circuiting to think of something to say to her.

It was silent between them for a few minutes before Fez finally gained the courage to speak again.

“I’m sorry he did that to you.”

Stevie felt her heart swell at the genuineness in his voice, one that always blew her away because it was something she seldom ever heard from anyone else in her life.

“It’s ok. I’m fine, I’ll move on.”

Fez frowned and looked over at her. “Yeah, well, I think..” He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat nervously. “Think at the next party, you should stick with me.”

Stevie felt her lips twitch, wanting so badly to grin like a madman as happiness swelled within her, pushing down every anxious thought she had just seconds ago. She was amazed how he could turn her to mush with such innocent words.

“I can do that.”

As the car pulled into the lot in front of his apartment complex, the energy around them had flipped, a lighter air around them now that everything had been aired out. Stevie still felt as though a cinder block was resting on her chest as she thought about everything that had happened on the weekend.

She was an anxious person and stewing about events were a constant.

But with Fez, it seemed easier to brush them off. It seemed easier to think of anything bad as a nothing but a fleeting, passing thought.

She couldn’t help but look around, drinking in every inch of his home, hoping it would tell her everything she needed to know about the guy she was quickly falling for. He guided her to the couch and they got their textbooks out, making her shoulders slump in disappointment.

She should’ve known this was truly just to study.

Stevie tried her hardest to focus on the words on the pages in front of her and answer every question Fez had about the homework for the night, but her mind was scattered. On one hand, she wanted nothing more than to confide in Fez about all the bad shit she was feeling. But on the other hand, scaring him off was the last thing she wanted to do.

And letting the skeletons in her closet roam free for him to see was something she definitely couldn’t do if she wanted to be desirable to the man.

She didn’t want to screw this up.

But, Fez, someone who had been observant all his life, knew something was nagging at her.

“You ok, you seem lost.”

“I think I’m a bad person.” Stevie said before she could second guess herself. Her desire to get things off her chest outweighing her insecurities.

Fez looked over at her, his face twisted with disbelief. “That’s bullshit. You’re the coolest fuckin’ girl I’ve ever met. And you’re dealin’ with me, there’s no way you a bad person.”

Stevie laughed softly at his words, though it was weak, like she wasn’t convinced. Her smile slowly faded as she thought about the past weekend and the many things that had happened that made her look back in regret.

“I did oxy with Rue at my party.” She blurted out before she could stop herself.

Fez’s eyes widened and an instant shock of protectiveness swelled within him at the thought of her spiraling down a dark path of addiction. He wanted to shield her from everything bad in this world and the thought of her getting hurt because of his own supply made his chest ache in a way it never had before.

“Shit.” Was all he was able to say.

“I don’t- I’m not like going crazy to do it again. It was cool, but… I dunno, I think it just stressed me out more than anything.”

Fez blew out a long breath, feeling like he could relax knowing she wasn’t about to start asking him for drugs now. He didn’t think he could live with himself if he sold to her and ruined her life.

“Wait, that why you think you’re a bad person?” He asked, looking over at her with disbelief.

She floundered for a few seconds before nodding slowly.

“Both my parents - my birth parents - are dead because of drugs. But one of my best friends in the world is an addict. You deal drugs and I love spending time with you.” Her words made his heart jump and he fought hard not to show just how fucking elated he felt.

“I should hate drugs, I shouldn’t be experimenting, I shouldn’t feel so… neutral about them.”

Fez felt out of his element, but he would be damned if he didn’t try his hardest to soothe every worry in her mind that to him, had no business tarnishing any part of her beautiful spirit.

“You don’t gotta base your entire life ‘round other people, even your family. You’re a person, your own person and you gonna do what you want. You gotta live your life without worryin’ what other people think.”

Stevie was pleasantly surprised by his words. His very Fez-like delivery made her smile, holding back a smirk, but she couldn’t deny that what he was saying made sense.

“And you’re last person capable of bein’ bad.” He added, suddenly feeling courageous to say exactly what was on his mind, just to make her feel better. “You’re smart, funny, you actually give a shit about other people and… you’re beautiful. You’re a ray of fuckin’ sunshine.”

He shocked himself and the courage he possessed in that moment as he looked her directly in the eye, needing to make sure that she knew that he meant every word. But all he saw was disbelief in her gaze, the instinct to disregard his compliments and tell him he was wrong.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” She asked, her voice weak, still reeling from his words.

“Like what I’m sayin’ ain’t the truth.”

Stevie was stunned to silence. No one in her life had ever spoken to her with such a genuine need to show her how special she was. Not even her parents had ever tried this hard to pull her away from the negative lens she placed over herself.

Her eyes slowly moved upwards, finding Fez still looking at her with nothing but that pure-hearted, genuine gaze of his.

The moment shifted suddenly, the air around them no longer innocent, no longer a moment between two friends. It was electric, heavy with unspoken words and ignored feelings. It came to a head in that moment, both of them too fucking sick of holding back what they felt, what they had been dancing around for weeks.

Stevie noticed Fez’s eyes flutter down to her lips before quickly averting upwards, like he had done something wrong by wandering, by the silent gesture of wanting more.

“Fez,” She said softly, barely a whisper, and he swallowed thickly. “You can kiss me.”

He swore his heart stopped. He hadn’t meant for his gaze to wander, to give away just how much he wanted to kiss her, not after what she’d told him about Jeff and that asshole trying to force himself on her.

He wasn’t about to put her in that situation, not so soon after what she’d been through.

He shook his head and let his gaze fall from hers. She moved in closer to him, placing her hand on top of his that was nervously plucking at the couch cushion below him. Her other hand surprised him, landing softly on his cheek and she gently coaxed him to look at her again.

“I want you to.”

His blue eyes were wide and though there was still a lingering sense of hesitance, worried how this would change the nature of their relationship - neither one of them wanted to say goodbye to their friendship - there was excitement. They couldn’t deny that this new step into strange territory was one they wanted so badly.

Fez leaned forward slowly and he heard her breathing hitch slightly, making his eyes fall closed with a heavy breath because, goddammit, that was the sexiest fucking thing he ever heard. His heart was thumping fiercely as he gently pressed his lips to her, still tentative, worried she would think of Jeff and what he tried to do to her and push him away in fear.

Stevie’s stomach twisted and flipped and rolled into knots instantly as he kissed her with all the gentleness she knew he would possess.

A colorful firework display was happening behind his closed eyes and he knew he was doomed. He wanted this feeling to last forever.

The kiss was slow, hesitant and brief, innocent in the way only two friends exploring their deeper feelings could be.

But as their eyes opened, a shared look of realization passing between them, something shifted. They knew there was no going back now.

Within a second, Fez crashed his lips to hers again, Stevie meeting his kiss with equal fervor. His hands traveled down the length of her body to grip at her waist, needily pulling her in closer to him.

Stevie gripped the back of his neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss as she felt his tongue swiping against her own, the moment now much more lustful than curious. She held onto him tightly, letting him guide her into his lap.

Fez’s hands slowly started to rise, his touch gentle as he felt her bare skin beneath her shirt’s rising hem that was too tantalizing not to touch.

“Fucking hell.”

They broke apart abruptly, Stevie practically throwing herself off his lap.

Ashtray glared at both of them. “You two better learn to take it upstairs ‘cause I ain’t gonna be walkin’ in on this shit everyday.”

“Sorry, bro.” Fez mumbled, his cheeks burning with a blush of embarrassment.

As Ashtray stomped out of the room, grumbling about needing to wash his eyes out with soap, Fez and Stevie shared soft, knowing smiles.

“Sorry ‘bout him. He’s an ass.”

“No, no, it’s ok.”

Fez nodded, biting his lip anxiously, a question burning in his mind. “So… was that-”

“It was perfect.” She interrupted what would have been a nervously stuttered question.

“Yeah?” He perked up, looking at her with barely contained excitement, still quite not believing this was how the day had turned out.

“This is gonna make studying a lot harder now.” Stevie drawled and Fez snorted, placing a hand over his face as he leaned back into the couch.

After that day, their relationship was different.

Instead of meeting up to study, Fez took her out on dates, real dates that any other budding relationship would have.

He would take her out on the weekends, eating greasy fast food on the hood of his car, driving around town, the radio blasting at an ear-splitting level. He loved to watch her sing, her hair wild with the blowing wind, completely uninhibited for the first time.

He took her to see a scary movie and as everyone screamed in fright at a jump scare he heard her laugh. Looking over at her, his lips quirked upwards in amusement, she caught his gaze, still giggling and shrugged at the questioning look in his eyes.

He couldn't resist her. They spent the rest of the movie tangled in each other, making out like the pair of wild teenagers that they were.

She was beginning to spend more time at the store than her own home. She would make her way there after school and spend hours with Fez, sitting on the counter as she finished her homework as he worked. They would talk about nothing and everything.

He told her about his grandma, how he got started in drug dealing. She told him about her adoption, about her sometimes crippling anxiety.

One of the first things they loved about each other was the way they listened.

Ashtray was getting to know her better, he no longer glared at her untrusting whenever she was around. He wouldn’t admit it, but he liked when she was around. He liked to see his brother smile. And he loved it when she would come over and make mac and cheese. He didn’t know what she did to it, but it was the best he ever had.

Stevie supported Fez through everything. She was there to sneak him into her room in the middle of the night after a stressful deal with Mouse. She would hold him tight, soothing him of the anxieties he had in his crazy life of his.

He sometimes worried, wondering if he was being selfish for letting her be in his life that would inevitably have its moments of danger. But when she would hold him, when she would gently graze her fingers over his buzzed hair and kiss his forehead, he swore he would never let her go.

She was there to help out with his grandma, loving to hear the stories of the badass woman she used to be and wishing she could know her now, secretly longing for the woman’s approval.

She was there when he finally decided to drop out of school.

She supported every decision in his life.

And he was always there for her when her brain got too loud, when she had trouble discounting the negative voice in her head that told her she was being judged, that told her to retreat within herself and protect herself by never letting anyone in.

Fez was always there in the bad moments, reassuring her of how special she was, how much he needed her.

He always told her she was his ray of sunshine.

On the nights she’d sleep over at his place, he was always there in the morning, reminding her to take her meds as he made breakfast for her and Ash. She blushed everytime.

She wouldn’t never say this to anyone, knowing the roll of the eyes and judgemental looks that would follow, but they were perfect. Fez was perfect and the beautiful relationship they’d built was perfect.

After a month of dating, Stevie found herself lounging on his couch, watching some B-list action movie. Ash had already gone to bed, leaving the two of them to tangle together without the kid’s snarky comments ruining the mood.

Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering, wondering just what would happen with the two of them, wondering what their relationship was.

Fez looked down at her from her place on his lap and he smiled, running his hands through her hair. He soon noticed the concentrated look on her face, one that wasn’t reserved for the movie.

“What’s got you thinkin’, sunshine?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re thinkin’ bout somethin’.”

She turned to look up at him, her face twisted in amusement. “How’d you know?”

“You get this look on your face when you’re thinkin’, like you a million miles away. You bite your lip, your eyes get all squinty and you get that crease right here.” He explained, gently rubbing his thumb over the spot between her brows.

A grin broke out onto her face, touched by how observant he was with her, how he could read her with such ease.

“You worried ‘bout somethin’?” He asked, his tone more serious now. She sat up and leaned against the couch next to him, winding her arm through the crook of his elbow and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Nothing bad.” She assured him softly. “I was thinking about us, what we’re doing.”

Fez narrowed his eyes and looked over at her, slightly worriedly. “And?”

“And… I was wondering… what we are. We haven’t really talked about that yet.”

He reached down and intertwined their fingers, bringing her hand up to place a kiss on her knuckles, reveling in the way she snuggled in closer to him.

“You’re my girl.” He said simply.

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she looked at him with a barely contained smile. “Yeah? So we’re in a relationship, the whole deal?”

“Yeah.” He said with a slight scoff, like he couldn’t believe she even had to ask. “The fuck else you think we’ve been doin all this time?”

She laughed quietly and leaned over, kissing him softly. Fez kissed her back hungrily and with the movie long forgotten, he pushed her back against the couch and hovered over her, his lips never breaking from hers.

Making sure to still make time for her friends, which had gotten harder since she’d skipped a grade didn’t see them as often in school and now especially that she was in a relationship, she found herself at Maddy’s house one Saturday evening as they got ready for a party.

Stevie was lounging on the bed, scrolling through her phone aimlessly as Maddy droned on about Nate as she did her makeup in front of the mirror.

“He walked me home from school yesterday and I swear to god, I've never met a man as sweet as him. He’s like, the only good guy left on this planet.” Maddy gushed and Stevie could barely contain a roll of her eyes.

She knew what Nate Jacobs was like and sweet was definitely not an adjective she’d use.

She contemplated finally speaking up, finally telling Maddy of their past relationship and warning her to steer clear of that controlling asshole, but Kat’s exclamation of her name stopped her.

“Is that a hickey on your neck?!”

“What?!” Maddy and Cassie yelled simultaneously, looking at Stevie with excited, teasing smiles.

Stevie covered her neck and sat up, moving away from Kat who was poking at the dark spot she knew Fez had given her last night.

“Who are you fucking?”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Are you dating or just fucking around?”

“Why haven’t you told us?”

Her friends’ questions came back to back and they all stared at her, waiting impatiently for the dirt.

“I’m not fucking anyone.” Stevie lied. She loved her friends but they could be a lot, especially when it came to the topic of boys and sex.

There was a part of her that wanted what she had with Fez to just be theirs and no one else's.

“You’re so full of shit.” Maddy admonished, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared her friend down. “Just tell us, we aren’t gonna judge you.”

Stevie sincerely doubted that. But the more they stared at her impatiently, the more they wore her down and she eventually sighed heavily in relention.

“I’m in a relationship. I have been for a couple of months now.”

“Is that why you blew me off last weekend?” Maddy asked with a narrowed gaze and Stevie nodded slowly, wincing at the admittance that she worried made her a bad friend.

“Who is it?” Kat asked her eagerly, her kind eyes that longed for details making Stevie smile lightly. She knew Kat was a kind soul, a good friend who genuinely wanted to know because she was happy for her.

“It’s Fez.”

The room went quiet for a moment before it erupted chaotically in even more questions.

“You’re dating a drug dealer?!”

“Jesus christ, Cassie, why don’t you say it louder, I don’t think my parents 5 blocks away heard you.”

“Didn’t he drop out of school?”

“Yeah, he’s got the store to run.”

“And a drug dealing business.” Maddy mumbled under her breath.

“Hey, he’s a lot more than just a drug dealer. And you visit him before every party so what’s your issue?” She defended, feeling her anger rising at the barrage of questions. She would defend Fez until the end.

“Whatever.” Maddy rolled her eyes and turned back around to continue with her makeup.

“Is he good to you?” Kat asked her quietly and Stevie nodded, smiling at the genuine question.

“Yeah, he’s…” She trailed off, a goofy smile overtaking her. “He’s the sweetest.”

“Is he good in bed?”

“Cassie.” Kat scolded with a blush on her cheeks, the topic now verging into territory that made her bashful.

“What? Come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Fez is so quiet and chill, I can’t imagine him having sex.”

“Well, I would prefer if you didn’t think about my boyfriend having sex.”

Kat snickered at the banter, but she had to admit, she was wondering that too. Looking over at Stevie, she leaned in closer, raising a questioning brow.

“Is he good?” She asked quietly.

Stevie bit her lip as her thoughts drifted to Fez and the many times she had ended up in his bed.

“Yeah, he’s good.” She answered vaguely, her voice slightly dazed as she continued to reminisce.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, come on, give us some details.”

“Does he go down on you?”

Stevie felt her cheeks warm, another memory taking over and she laughed, leaning back on the pile of pillows behind her as she grinned like a woman in love.

“He went down on me for like two hours last night.”

Cassie’s jaw dropped and she looked over her shoulder at Stevie in disbelief before laughing loudly.

“Wow.” Kat whispered, her mind wandering to fantasies as it usually did when her friends talked about their sex lives, making her lack of a sex life all the more obvious to her.

“Damn, go Fez.” Maddy said with a soft laugh. Looking at Stevie in the mirror, she smiled. “You’re a lucky bitch.”

Stevie knew she was lucky, she had been lucky since the first date. She knew she was a lucky girl to have captured his attention. Fez wasn’t the type to drool over girls, he was more pragmatic than people gave him credit for.

But she was counting her lucky stars that she was the one to turn his head.

She’d been with other guys before but they never excited her, they always made her long for something more, something better. But everything was different with Fez.

She had the best now.

Stevie could’ve spent the rest of the evening gushing about Fez, gushing about how her entire outlook on life had changed.

She used to see sex as an itch to scratch, or even a social liability, something you better get done before people start looking down on you, thinking there was something wrong with you for not getting to it.

Of all the cliches she’d heard in her life, sex was infinitely better with someone you love, was one she knew was true.

Fez could make her toes curl, her eyes roll into the back of her head, her back arch, her vocal chords to sing without restraint.

He touched her with a desire no one else ever had for her. He sent her into a desire no one ever had before.

“Fez,” Her soft voice sounded in the dimly lit room. Her hands trailed up the length of his back to grip onto his shoulders, leaving goosebumps to rise on his skin in the wake of her touch.

He moved deliberately but slowly, thrusting into her with reverence. He pulled away from where he had been lavishing her neck with desperate kisses and held himself above her, looking down at her in awe, relishing in the way her lips parted with a gasp at his next thrust.

His face was one of concentration and when her hand reached up to cradle his cheek, his eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch, keening softly as he very subtly quickened his pace.

He leaned down, letting his forehead rest against hers and his one hand, which had been clutching to her waist, moved to grab hers, intertwining their fingers and holding them against the bed below them.

He kissed her sporadically through their panting breaths, using his other hand to grasp at her thigh, hiking her leg upwards further on his waist.

She let out a shuddering breath, her head falling back onto the pillow below her, her eyes squeezed closed as he moved steadily, his hips grinding against her in the perfect way that never failed to make her shake.

“You close, baby?” Fez panted, his voice ragged and desperate. He needed her to fall off the edge and soon because he knew he was close to losing his control.

She nodded frantically, her chest heaving with her heavy breaths as he drove her to ecstasy. She could’ve cried at the gentle way he held her, at the way he looked at her with a gaze filled with nothing but love.

“Fez, please.” She breathed out, begging for more.

He groaned lowly, a raspy sound that sent shivers down her spine. Her mouth dropped open, a whine escaping her, and her hand clenched in his own as he quickened the pace, fucking her deeper, with more vigour, making her head spin pleasurably.

He felt his control slipping from him each time his name fell from her lips. The way she dug her nails into his shoulder and tightened her legs around his waist, holding him in closer to her brought him dangerously close to the edge.

Fez moved deliberately, looking for that one spot he knew drove her crazy and he knew when he found it when she let out a loud whine and shuddered against him. His breathing became ragged, his hands moving to cradle her head, his fingers tangling in her already messy hair.

He crashed his lips to hers fiercely, muffling her moans which were getting louder and louder. Her body seized against his, her lips parting from his, a sharp cry escaping her as she crashed head first into her orgasm. She clenched around him even tighter, making Fez squeeze his eyes shut, his face twisting with effort to work her through her high.

He grunted loudly, his hands pulling at her hair unknowingly as he reached his earth shattering peak. His hips stuttered against hers as he breathed heavily in her ear, his pace slowing until eventually stopping. He slumped over her, resting his weight on top of hers comfortably.

They basked in silence as they caught their breaths.

Fez held her just a little tighter, placing a gentle kiss to her shoulder before rolling off of her with a hearty exhale. But he didn’t move too far. He kept her in his arms, planting his lips on every inch of her that he could find in his exhausted and sated state.

“Do you gotta go home tonight?” He asked quietly and she shook her head, leaning in closer to his touch.

“No, I’m staying right here.”

His touch eased her mind, something no amount of medication could ever do for her.

She found solace in his arms. She found her problems meant absolutely nothing in his arms.

But, as she knew from living in this town, peace was never a lasting image.

I will definitely be writing more about this couple! The next part will be based on the show’s plot and shit will go down with Nate and Mouse and all that angsty goodness.

Hope you enjoy xx

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