Luck o' the Irish (male oc x female OC)

A thoughtful day

This is a few weeks after the last chapter, mainly bcuz I can't think of anything other ideas rn lol.

V POV
I woke up, having dreamt a weird ass dream last night. I open my phone to see a text from one of my gal friends, one inviting me to a dinner the next night, date required. Uh oh, I don't have a actual person I like. well that's wrong, that kid my son appears to have befriended I'll admit has a certain charm about him, one that I certainly enjoy. I text her back, saying I'll try and find a date, but it was unlikely. I hear Aaron yell up

Aaron: "I'm going to check out that apartment again, I'll be gone most of the day, bye!"

Farrell: "Fuck off ye auld cunt! I'm trying to sleep!"

Aaron: "Shut up Ya dense fuck!"

Gracie: "Both of ye shite heads shut up! I'm tryin to study!"

I laugh at all of them, Luke went back to South Dakota this week to continue training his to become a police officer, how he hasn't been canceled out of this book I don't know. Alright I'm not going to break the fourth wall anymore. (AN: It's very difficult to fix, please don't break it.) As I get up my phone buzzes, unknown number.

V: "Aw feck who could this geebag be?"

???: -Hey is this Saoirse Fazfox?-

V: -Aye, and if this is a scammer ye face'll be so banjaxed they'll think Yer nae an anthro or a human anymore-

???: -uhhhh, V its Tox, Farrell's friend-

V: -Oh really? If you truly are then how much did my son pay you for your work-

"Tox": -$420,690, lot more than I usually charge but he insisted on that much-

V: -yup that definitely sounds like him, and if you truly are his friend then whats his middle name, I told Tox a few days ago what it was-

"Tox": -Regineld, spelled with a e at the end instead of a A-

V: -woah, okay I believe you, definitely-

Tox: -kewl, I was just dialing random numbers in the phonebook till I found yours lol-

Goofball, if he wanted my number, he could've just asked me.

V: -You could've just asked me for my number, you knew that right?-

Tox: -..........I know that now-

V: -Oof lol-

Tox: -...-

V: -sorry lad, want to come over and I'll make ya a good auld cuppa to warm yer soul?-

Tox: -That'd be nice-

V: -then what're ye waitin for?-

Tox: -I'll be right there-

V: -see ya soon-

I get to work making a kettle of tea and putting some tea biscuits (cookies to us silly yanks) on a tray for us to share. My tail was wagging the entire time I was doing this, thinking about him fondly. Do I have a crush on him? If I do why? What is it about him that makes me so excited to see him, makes me think about him, worry about how he's feeling or doing, or worry about if he's sad or not? Normally I wouldn't give two shites about if someone is happy or sad, but something about him just, worries me. Im going soft in the head.

Tox POV, 10 minutes later

I walk up to the front porch of the house my friends live in, and my beeg milfy crush does too. I've been non-stop fantasizing about snuggling up with her at night and just, snuggling, nothing other than that, though when I've gotten drunk, I got some, dirty thoughts, which is to be expected. Drunk Tox is only allowed to flirt with women and ladies, not allowed to go home with them. I step inside and look around, this is what I see.