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ant vaughn x fem!oc . . .
❝ long story short it was a
bad time. long story short
i survived. ❞ in which ant
and soph...
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IF YOU ASKED SOPHIE BLACKBURN WHERE HER FAVOURITE PLACE ON EARTH WAS, SHE'D LIE TO YOU. Her first answer would be a sarcastic 'your mum's room,' but a more serious answer would probably be Dustin Reid's house. That place had everything, a pool, a jacuzzi in the master bathroom, as many boxes of pizza shapes as she'd need to feed a small army, and no one there to bully her for liking pizza shapes.
Her real favourite place, however, was the front seat of Spencer White's car. She got shotgun priviliges, always had, since back when he was still on his Ls. He'd pick her up, help her climb over her back fence (flash her sister a wink to avoid being told on) and take her out anywhere she wanted to go. Usually, they ended up in a Hungry Jack's drive thru at 2am, Sophie laughing as Spider tried to swipe the Drumstick that came with their meal while desperately avoiding getting ice cream on his seats.
Now on his Ps and legally allowed to drive with her in the car, Spider was pretty much Sophie's personal chauffer. He was waiting out the front of her house at the usual time, rolling his eyes as Sophie made her way down the drive and into the front seat.
"Morning, princess," he nudged her shoulder with his own. Sophie stuck her tongue out at him as he pulled out onto the street.
He feigned leaning over to check her window, instead planting a wet kiss on her cheek. Sophie shrieked, shoving him back into his seat. "Gross! If I wanted the Spider boyfriend experience I would've been honest with Eleanor Lowell about the size of your dick, taken you for myself. You're welcome for that by the way."
"I'm so grateful for you," Spider grinned, leaning over again.
"Eyes on the road, Casanova. You're gonna crash and then I'll have to ask Dusty for a ride," she mimed throwing up as Spider pulled over, laying on the horn.
He pulled back with a sigh, rustling his blonde hair and then leaning over and attempting to rustle hers. She pushed him back with a huff. "You're so grabby today, huh, you saw me yesterday. Even let you plait my hair."
"You let him do what?" Anthony Vaughn yanked the door open and hauled himself into the backseat, collecting his bag onto his lap.
"Something G rated, don't get jealous." Sophie reached over and flicked Spider in the cheek, and he whined at the feeling, flipping her off without taking his eyes off the road. When she finally settled back in her seat, Ant leaned forward and kissed her cheek, right in the same spot Spider had less than five minutes earlier.
"Hi, princess," he grinned, leaning back and putting his seatbelt on.
"I have my license," Sophie defended herself.
"And yet you have driven me nowhere," Spider spoke up. "Hence, passenger princess. Learn to accept it, there's worse shit we could call you."
Sophie hummed in challenge "Like?" They spent the last ten minutes of the drive in silence.
