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✵ Warning Kissing, mention of suicide, mention of murder, cigarettes, blood, physical fighting
✵ Pairing Arvin Russell x fem!reader Established relationship She/Her pronouns
✵ Summary You see your boyfriend, Arvin, on his porch. You guys smoke together and kiss. Someone interrupts.
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There he is, Arvin Russell smoking a cigarette on the porch. He is waiting for life to change, just trying to protect his family from the dangers of the world: that includes me.
Arvin tells me all the time that I'm his "one and only." We consider ourselves married at this point.
6th grade is when we met. My father was not smitten with me having a boyfriend, so we were friends for 5 years. Junior year is when he asked me out at the river, and it was so romantic.
After his sister died, I was all he had. They never found out it was him who killed the pastor, and that I helped him do it.
His sister, Lenora Laftery, was like the sister I never had. She was so sweet and warm while I was quiet and introverted. But we evened out nicely. Both of us always had sleepovers, and teased Arvin about anything and everything. We considered ourselves family, because I would have honestly done anything for her.
Years after the incident and the Pastors death, Arvin and I are still here. We are stronger than ever, and I love him so much.
That leaves us to now, the present.
"Hi baby," I say, walking up the wooden steps which connected to the porch. Squeaking sounds came out of every move I took on those steps.
Arvin looks at me with a cig in his mouth, chapped lips wrapped around the object. His eyes lit up when he spotted me, and I felt warm blush heat up my face.
He took the cigarette from his mouth, and brought me into his side while squeezing slightly.
"Hey darlin'. How are ya?" He looks at me, putting the cigarette between his lips again, sucking the smoke into his lungs.
