He could admit that he was a bit weird and standoffish. An asshole if you will. But Lee never saw that, oh god no. Lee saw Bowen or well...felt that was his savior and in so many ways and he actually was. Being blind and trying to get around an able-bodied orientated world was difficult and soul-crushing some days. But Bowen was always there to make him feel better.
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Bowen ducked down to look into the fridge, a cigarette between his fingers before he closed it with a roll of his eyes. Lee strolls in, fingers lightly grazing against the wall and counters.
"I'm here Lee." Bowen rasps out, taking another drag and blowing in another direction so as to not put the smoke in his face. Lee's face scrunches up, if he could he'd glare at his brother he would. "Would you stop smoking fags around the house please?"
Lee pouts a little, waving an awkward hand in front of his face to get rid of the smell. Bowen grimaces and takes another drag out of his cigarette. "Can you stop takin' a piss, please? Next thing I know ya gonna be askin' me to stop leaving the damn things around the house."
Lee begins to grumble a little, not wanting to argue with his older brother but still trying to get a say. Bowen cuts him off before he can get another word in. "Anyways I'm leaving, yeah? Don't go wandering off."
Bowen has the courtesy to at least put his cigarette out in an ashtray but leaves without as much as a goodbye.
When he walks through the front door he's met with someone rather unsavory, his last fuck.
"Ballocks." He whispers to himself, pulling another cigarette out before looking at Vicki.
"What? Did you come here for some more? Bloody hell Vicki I thought I told you it was one time." He fishes for his lighter in his back pocket, continuing to walk down the worn-down cobblestone path to his equally run-down rusted gate.
"Oh fuck off, will you? I'm not here to fuck you again...it was barely a good time in the first place." They roll their eyes and start walking up to his front door but a hand shoots out and grabs them hard. Almost frighteningly quick and forceful.
"The fuck do you think your doin'?" Bowen stares down at Vicki, his grip only getting tighter. Their poker face is pretty much killer but jesus! This guy was trying to crush their goddamn arm. "First off, let me go. Second, I left my goddamn stuff at your shitty house! So if you don't want me going in there myself then go in there and get it for me. Prick! And let me go!"
He rolls his eyes, letting go and walking back to his door. "Stay here."
Okay now I'm pooped and this idea is DRAINING me. I want to continue it but I kinda know I won't. Shaking smh
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FanfictionMf this is for Mick so. ODKKSLAN You alr know like 😕 (Obviously a lot of people who aren't Mick read this, so hi 😭) Actually, this is just an oc book that has no character depth that any of you will know but still, read if you want idk, I don't ad...
