Perks Of Being In A Gang

Meeting

Dan

I sit on the couch cross legged, barefoot and jumper on, my sleeves covering my hands to create sweater paws, scrolling through twitter on my phone. Phil comes up behind me, jumping over the couch and sitting next to me.

"What ya' doing daniel?" He asks.

"Internet." I reply flatly, only half paying attention.

"Look at me." He speaks coldly.

Instantly I turn to him to see his cold blue eyes starring at me. The eyes are doors to the soul, as some may say, and from what I'm seeing, I think I might be in trouble. My brain runs through everything that could have happened make him act like this, but I can't think of think of anything.

"Whats wrong?" He almost whispers.

"Nothing."

"Okay," he pulls my into a hug "I'm aways here if you need me okay?"

I nod slowly, my head buried into the crook of his neck. Anxiety is taking it's toll lately, however I'm always calm around Phil though. His scent of sweat and new leather, even though his jacket is a year old, his smooth pale skin and calming voice.

"Come on now," He says softly, "The gangs having a meeting."

We head to the meeting on his bike, driving quickly through the traffic. When we get to the small square, he parks the bike in a corner and gets off it. I take my helmet off and sit cross legged on the bike. I'm not really in the gang but I come with Phil anyways cause it's fun to talk to the other members.

"How you going Dan?" Cassy asks as she comes up to me.

"Okay."

"Phil being a bit strict lately?"

"Kinda." I huff.

"Oh don't get moody," Jason laughs, another member in the gang arriving on his bike.

"Who's what?" Phil asks coming back over.

I shoot a quick glare to Jason and Cassy saying 'oh please don't.'

"Nothing don't worry." Cassy assures and I almost let out a sigh in relief.

The rest of the gang of about 15 people all follow Phil into the middle of the quad. Before the meeting starts though Brandon comes up to me and tells me that I can sit on his bike. I excitedly run over to his bike and sit on it. Phil looks up for a second and smiles at me, sending butterflies through my stomach.

Halfway through the meeting I see a sight I never thought I would see here. Max.

"Oh look it's Howell!" He yells. "Oh you all alone? Wouldn't have expected less from a loner like you!"

Everyone in the gang stops talking and turns around. They all step into view of max. They must have terrified him, 14 or so punk kids.

"Oh fuck. So which one of you is the worst!?!" He yells, but then mumbles "cause you're all bloody scary."

"I am." Phil growls, coming out from the crowd, his voice is deep.

Phil slowly advances on him. Brandon and Cassy run over to me and turn me around so that I'm not looking and one of the other girls blocks my ears. I sit there wide eyed as the commotion goes on around me. When its over Eleanor unblocks my ears and Phil comes over to me.

"Daddy?"

"Hey baby." He smiles, pulling me up and onto his hip, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. I notice a little blood on the corner of his lip and I wipe it off with my thumb.

"Thanks Poppet."

After a bit I fall into my headspace and Phil decides that he wants to take me home. I say goodbye to everyone and ride home with him.