𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

s.r. ~ forgiveness

Tulsa, Oklahoma. DX.
Wednesday, 1966.
11:47 a.m.

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"Stevo!"

"Well, if it isn't my mother's other child..." He said.

"Hello, brother." I said.

"Hello. You look different."

"I knew you'd say that. You do too." I said.

"Good or bad?" He asked. "Both."

"How's your life?" I asked. "Great, actually. I have friends and I'm not always so busy. Not leaving town all the time." He said.

"I can see that. Good for you, you've got a good job to make a living." I said.

"What're you doing here, Y/n? You know, you can piss off, alright? Neither mom or me will ever need you, you got that?"

"Steve, I resigned my job." I finally spat.

"I'm engaged and we were thinking about settling down here." I said.

He seemed shocked.

"You did? I thought you can't." He said. "I needed someone to replace me and all those years I was gone, I finally found a perfect person." I said.

"So, no more stealing?" "No more stealing. Well, they're stealing. My mates back there." I said.

He giggled, making me do the same.

"C'mon, get over here." I said with open arms. We then hugged for a while. "I'm sorry, Stevo." "It's okay, I forgive you."

"It's not worth losing my family. Especially my brother. I don't want my children not to have a fun uncle in their lives." I said.

"Aww, you think I'm fun!" He exclaimed.

"Jesus, can't you take the hint?"

"What?" He said, extremely confused.

"We're gonna have a kid soon, Steve you dick." I said.

Now, he's shocked.

"No way." He said. I nodded, smiling.

"I'm gonna be an uncle!" He cheered, making me laugh.

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Sorry short story, kind of losing inspo for stories rn.