Tom Holland + Character Imagines

(5) California Girl → a.russell

Person: Arvin Russell 

Type of writing: Fluff

Written: May 16th 2021

Warning(s): swearing

Before you read: There is a part where Arvin says your middle name. If you don't have one then you can ignore it :)

A/N: IT'S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I UPDATED and I am truly sorry! I was so caught up in school and preparing for a lot of tests, one of the tests are the SAT!! I gotta practice a lot... hopefully I get a good score! 

Arvin had a past that not every eighteen-year-old would have experienced. His mother died of cancer while Arvin was young. Causing his father to sacrifice the family dog. Putting a bullet in the poor dog's skull. Later on, Arvin's father committed suicide. He then was under the supervision of his grandma, Emma, and his Uncle Earskell. He also lived with Lenora who was his step-sister. But Lenora had passed due to committing suicide. Arvin was also considered a killer, a murder. He had killed the Preacher in his home town, Knockemstiff, Ohio. He killed the couple that was picked him up while he was hitchhiking, and the sheriff of the town. 

In his defense, they were all going to murder him first. He was just able to kill them first, he never wanted to hurt anyone. After committing those deadly crimes, he fled the town. He got a ride from a much more nicer guy, a hippie. Arvin didn't know where to go, he didn't have a destination. So, he just decided to go where ever the nice hippie was going... which turned out to be California. 

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Two years later, twenty-year-old Arvin was living a some-what normal life. He wasn't able to make as much money as the other men who lived in the city where Arvin was living at the moment. Many of the men were rich and loaded, the lived on the rich side of the city. Whilst Arvin was living on the poor to middle-class side.

Arvin was a mechanic for cars. That was his job back in Ohio, luckily there was a spot open for the same type of job where he lived in California. But the one major downslide was that it didn't offer much pay. He couldn't afford a place to stay with the rate of his income, and he couldn't stay homeless so, he had a roommate. 

The both of them were living in an apartment. His roommate was a guy named Danny. He was tall and muscular. He had slick black hair due to the fact that he always put an unreasonable amount of gel in it. His go-to outfit was always a tight black t-shirt that showed off his muscles and a pair of dark blue denim jeans. Danny paid three fourths of the rent while Arvin was only able to pay one fourth of the rent. Arvin tried his best to earn extra money by staying at the work-place late at night, but Danny was always ranting to him about work the second he returned to the apartment. Which caused Arvin to only get four hours of sleep every night. 

And now here he was, coming back to the apartment at 1:15 in the morning. Their rent was due in a couple of days and Arvin was trying his best to try to earn as much as money has possible so that he could pay one fourth of the rent. He was extremely tired, he had purple eye bags and he was walking as if he was drunk. He let out a big yawn before unlocking the door with his key. He was about to turn the knob open until Danny furiously opened it. Arvin's eyes widened, he then sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to sleep in another three hours. 

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" Danny exclaimed. 

"I was workin a little more so I could afford my part of the rent" Arvin said in a tired voice.