Priscilla sighed as Fez unlocked the door for her, pushing it open.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." Priscilla walked into the house, stripping off her hoodie as Fez followed in behind her.

"Your parents basically saying you're fucking up your life by being with me, wasn't bad to you?" Fez dryly chuckled, taking the girl's hand in his as they went into his bedroom.

Priscilla sat on the bed, untying her sneakers before kicking them off.

"My parents said the same thing when I dyed my hair, they'll get over it." Priscilla shook her head, whispering to herself, "They have to."

Fez took off his sweater, throwing it in a dirty pile of clothes that was already on the floor. He joined Priscilla on the bed, kissing the exposed part of her shoulder before looking at her.

He took her head once again, "Yo I swear, I'll try to get rid of the batch as quick as I can, after that I'll tell Mouse I can't do this shit no more."

"And if he doesn't let you stop?" Priscilla questioned, her eyes wide and round.

Fez just simply shrugged, "Then that's my problem to worry about, alright?"

Priscilla just nodded, feeling herself become tired.

Fez stood up from the bed, walking over to the dresser. He opened it up, his hand searching for a couple of moments before pulling out a plastic bag.

Inside, Priscilla saw a bunch of already rolled blunts and watched as he took one out to smoke. She sighed, not saying anything as he lit up with the lighter in his pocket. Priscilla rose from the bed, grabbing the hem of her shirt before pulling it over her head. She next took off her pants, kicking her past her ankles.

Priscilla didn't have to glance over her shoulder to know that Fe was watching her.

He always watched her change.

It never made her anxious, knowing that he was staring, it actually made her smile.

"Can I borrow a shirt?" She asked, softly as she reached behind her to undo her bra. As she struggled, Priscilla could hear Fez move closer to her.

He moved her hands away, doing it himself as he talked in her ear. "You could just sleep naked, you know."

Priscilla let the bra slide down her shoulders, onto the floor as she turned around to face him, "I could."

Fez didn't hesitate when he kissed her. Ever since they made it official what they were, he began to love kissing her. He loved knowing that she didn't deny what she knew he felt for her, that she finally let herself be his.

Minutes later, the couple found themselves on Fez's bed. Him on top of her, half dressed and heated. Priscilla could feel the strange, annoying feeling beginning to build in the pit of her stomach.

The most she had ever gone with a guy was not even past first base, aka making out.

Thousands of thoughts flooded her mind, if she wanted things to go further, if she was ready for it, how it would feel. Priscilla pushed Fez back a little, looking up at him.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What's up?"

"Does it ever bother you that I'm a virgin?" She questioned, making Fez's forehead frown.

"Why would it?" He replied, a confused look on his face.

She shrugged from underneath him, "Because I'm not, like, experienced and shit. Don't guys like that?"

"Nah," Fez shook his head, "not really."

Priscilla just nodded, feeling foolish for even asking that question.

"We don't have to do anything if you're not ready," Fez reassured her, starting to get off of her.

Priscilla grabbed his arm, tight, "I'm ready."

"Priscil-"

"I'm ready, Fez," she said, her tone low and serious. Then, her eyes went soft as she laid back on the bed, pulling him all the way on top of her.

I'm going to fast forward the part where my two best friends begin to engage in foreplay, okay? Like I think we get it, blah blah blah, she sucks his dick, blah blah blah, he goes down on her. Blah blah blah, finger bang. Okay, resume.

Loud bangs from the bedroom door interrupted the pair. Fez quickly got up, grabbing his shirt off of the floor as Priscilla took the blanket, covering herself. T

he banging continued as the two could hear Ashtray screaming from the other side of the door.

When Fez finally opened up, the boy was frantic and in a panic.

"What the fuck, bro?"

Ashtray began pointing to the monitor down the hall, that displayed the cameras around the apartment, "The fucking cops just pulled up, bro! A whole squad of them! I think they're coming for us!"

"Fuck!" Fez yelled, immediately rushing over to his closet.

He grabbed a black duffel bag, the same one Mouse had given to him earlier today and the two brothers ran down the hallway. Priscilla sat in the bed, silently panicking, wondering what she should do. So, she quickly got up, beginning to get dressed. As she made her way down the hallway she stopped in her tracks as loud pounding erupted from the front door.

"East Highland PD! Open up!"

"No mames," Priscilla said to herself as she ran down the hallway to the bathroom.

She got to the door to see Fez and Ashtray dumping everything that had been in the duffel bag, into the toilet. "Police! Open up!"

"Fuck man," Ash whimpered as he opened up the pill bottles, handing them to his brother.

"Hurry the fuck up, bro!" Fez yelled, flushing the toilet over and over again.