☆I'm sorry if it's taking me a bit to write smut, but good porn takes a lot of genuine, thought out planning, so here's some angst fluff in the meantime. Again, I'm sorry.☆
☆BONUS: I'll be doing a Dennis Rafkin chapter at some point☆
You sat on the couch, laughing about some dumb joke Bo told as he say across from you, wearing a smile and holding a beer. Vincent sat in the corner, contributing to the conversation with simple head nods or hand symbols. Lester walked in, seeing all three of you giggling like goofballs.
"Good evenin', Miss." He greets you, his brows furrowing as you didn't respond, being too invested in your little giggle fest. "You are just too funny, you know that?" You tell Bo, holding back laughter. "And you are just adorable." Bo teases back, his accent stronger than ever. Lester leaned against the wall,crossing his arms and waiting to see how long it would take for you to see him.
"You done?" Lester asked after a couple of seconds, raising a brow. "Oh, hey, Lester! Sorry, didn't see you there." Bo chuckled, leaning back in his chair with his legs spread.
"Hey, Miss? We need to talk." Lester states, sounding serious. "About?" You interrogated. "I think we should speak in private." Lester hints for you to follow him outside. You sigh, standing up from the couch before walking out the door with him. Lester walks down to a random building, leaning against the brick wall with folded arms.
"What did you wanna talk about?" You asked, noting his slight frustration. "Us. I wanted to talk about us." "Us? What about us?" You looked confused. Lester sighed, looking down at his feet. "It's like every girl I'm into always wants my brothers instead. I've always been treated like the ugly duckling here. And, well, You're starting to fall into the category. I mean, look at how you laugh with him. How you smile at him. You never smile at me like that." He says, sounding genuinely hurt. His bit at his bottom lip, staring at the ground with furrowed brows and a bent look.
"Lester..." "Don't 'Lester' me. I'm sick of feeling like the ugly little brother. We never even spend time together anymore because of those two. It's the same thing every time. The cute twins come along and just sweep em off their feet and I'm just a last thought. Don't you love me?" He finally looks up again, his eyes darting directly into yours. It's clear he's had this issue before, and going through it again would probably the last straw. "Lester, baby... I love you to death. Bo may be kinda funny, and Vincent's pretty cool, But you're still my little love bug." You explain, your tone softer than before.
"You mean it?" He asked, seemingly on the verge of tears. You smile, letting out a breath. "Yeah, I mean it." You respond, Lester tackling you into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder.
"I love you so much." He hugs you tighter, kissing your cheek and forehead. "I love you too, Lester." You lean into the hug, wrapping your arms around him.
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