“So, you’re Soda’s girl?” From who toi understand to be one of Tim Shepard’s gang members.
toi nod, a little uncomfortable at how close he was to you.
“Where is the pretty boy now?” He asks.
“The bathroom.” toi say shortly.
“Oh.” He says, pulling out a weed, lighting it. “So what’s he doin with a soc like you?”
“Well, I’m assuming he likes me.” toi say.
“I can see why…” He leans in a little more. “Can I get toi a drink?”
“No, I’m fine.” toi say, a bit annoyed.
“You sure?” Taking a drag on his cigarette.
“Positive.” toi fake smile.
“Well aren’t toi a stuck up soc?” He snickers.
“Excuse me?”
“A stuck up soc… That’s what. Just a little chienne like the rest of them.”
“Hey!” Soda says from behind the hood.
He turned around, looking at your boyfriend. Soda walks towards him. “That’s my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, a stuck up brat.”
“Want to say that again?” Soda says, stepping another step towards your harasser.
“You’re girlfriend is a bitchy stuck up-“
He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence, as Soda’s fist meets his cheek.
“If toi ever talk like that again to her, you’re dead.”
toi nod, a little uncomfortable at how close he was to you.
“Where is the pretty boy now?” He asks.
“The bathroom.” toi say shortly.
“Oh.” He says, pulling out a weed, lighting it. “So what’s he doin with a soc like you?”
“Well, I’m assuming he likes me.” toi say.
“I can see why…” He leans in a little more. “Can I get toi a drink?”
“No, I’m fine.” toi say, a bit annoyed.
“You sure?” Taking a drag on his cigarette.
“Positive.” toi fake smile.
“Well aren’t toi a stuck up soc?” He snickers.
“Excuse me?”
“A stuck up soc… That’s what. Just a little chienne like the rest of them.”
“Hey!” Soda says from behind the hood.
He turned around, looking at your boyfriend. Soda walks towards him. “That’s my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, a stuck up brat.”
“Want to say that again?” Soda says, stepping another step towards your harasser.
“You’re girlfriend is a bitchy stuck up-“
He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence, as Soda’s fist meets his cheek.
“If toi ever talk like that again to her, you’re dead.”
Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy is this flour ou sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in lit for Mother’s jour with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the cuisine in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her par the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
“Daddy is this flour ou sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in lit for Mother’s jour with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the cuisine in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her par the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” toi say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? ou what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating pop corn, maïs soufflé and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating pop corn, maïs soufflé with the girl I love.”
And he kisses toi on the lips.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” toi say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? ou what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating pop corn, maïs soufflé and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating pop corn, maïs soufflé with the girl I love.”
And he kisses toi on the lips.
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