Chapter 6
This is just small filler since i haven't really updated. I haven't forgotten about yall. Sasuke's first drug deal. It's like a look into the past n shit. A little side side story for you guys to hopefully in enjoy but it's really not that exciting. sorry it's so short.
It's so fucking cold
**You and me should get away for awhile, I just wanna be alone with your smile.**
Fuck!
** Buy some candy and cigarettes and we'll get in my car, blast the stereo and we'll drive to Madagascar**
Sasuke didn't like walking. He also didn't like the freezing strong as hell wind, it being 38 degrees as it is. The way he sees it is if the wind was a person he/she would be a dick. Always knocking shit over, and being loud. Fucking annoying.
Sasuke finally reach the street corner he was meeting at. It wasn't far from his home so he fucking decided to suck it up and stop being a pussy. He checked it watch constantly wanting to go home. He saw a figure in the distance hoping it was the person he was scheduled to meet.
They came closer, lighting a cigarette as they did. Coming into the light the person was revealed to be Gaara.
"Whoop whoop" Gaara said to Sasuke upon seeing his Hatchetman dangling on his chain.
Hmmm… he's a juggalo, okay cool fam. Now I'm not so worried
"Whoop Whoop" Sasuke replied throwing up the Wicked Clown sign.
"How much you need?" Sasuke asked, taking his backpack off and setting it on the ground.
"Fuckin, I need an oz and an eighth." Gaara said in monotone.
Shivering slightly Sasuke reached into his backpack making sure to keep all the transaction between the bags was hidden. There are two rules to dealing as far as he was concerned. Rule one you never let them see how much you have. Especially if you have dank. Rule two you ALWAYS carry a gun or at least a knife. Some mother fuckers try to get buck.
He pulled the smaller bags filled with what he'd asked for along with a small scale and weighed out the bags quickly in front of Gaara. It always made them feel better about buying it from him the first time.
"How much?" Gaara asked.
"One hundred and five dollars. Forty-five for the ounce, sixty for the eighth. Trust me you'll get fucking stoned."
Gaara smirked and handed him the money taking the bags from Sasuke. Sasuke counted it quickly to make sure it was correct.
"Hope to do business again. Seriously you'll like it. Call me when you need. Guarantee it's the best shit in town."
With that Sasuke turned and started walking back to his house. Lighting a cigarette watching the smoke rise into the night.