Second PoV 🗿
You and Allen hop on his motorcycle and drive to a bar. As you two walk in, you notice someone familiar but you just don't know who. You and Allen eventually sit at the front counter and you see your best friend working."Hey, Sweta!" you said as you two chatted up a storm. You finally took your fourth shot of tequila. You told Sweta you were done and you looked to your left to see Allen facing away from you.
"You done, Al?" you ask. And he turned to you. Those magenta eyes meeting yours frightened you. "Oh, sorry," was all you could say. "Have we met before?" the man asked. You shook your head. The man squined at you and shrugs.
Allen, who was sitting on the other side of you poked and you nearly had a heart attack. "Allen, what the hell?!" you scream as he bursts out laughing. "That was priceless!" he said. Even Sweta was giggling. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?!" you say angrily.
As those two were laughing, you were deep in thought. Was it the eyes that scared you? Or was it the italian accent? All this spiraled into a headache. "Can we go now?" you ask. "Sure." Allen said with a guilty look. Little did you know, someone was watching you.
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[A/N: Don't spoil it if you know who it is.]I watched the bella ragazza leave with that idiota. She reminds me of my ex moglie so much. Wait. Could it be? If she is, then I'm coming for you.
[Shoutout to my literal knight in shining armor, shampooslays for letting me use her name. Here, have a cookie 🍪:)]
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Getaway Driver [TEMPORARY HIATUS]
FanfictionY/N is the definition of a bitch. And when she goes to to a meeting, all hell breaks loose. She decided to ask her best friend Allen Jones, to be her getaway driver.