Over the course of a few drinks, we chatted. I found out that his name is Sweet Pea, he has a cat that is a spoiled little trash gremlin, and that the only things he loves in this life are the Serpents and his motorcycle.
He found out that my name is spelled like Alicia but pronounced a-lee-see-uh because my mom's first language is French and a lot of things get mixed up in translation because she refuses to learn proper English, that I was born on the Southside but my dad moved me into Riverdale High zoning when I started high school two years prior, and that I was starting my initiation when my parents went out of town for the weekend because you can take the girl out of Southside but you can't take the Southside out of the girl.
"So wait... Your name is spelled one way but pronounced another? How fun is that at school?" Sweet Pea choked on his beer and busted out laughing.
"Not at all, actually. I got suspended for punching a sub in the face for telling me I pronounce my name wrong," I took a long drink of my beer and smiled at him sweetly, "Because I'm a ray of fucking sunshine. However, thanks to the independent learning they impose on suspended students, I'm already working on grade 12 coursework. When I'm at home, I'm only allowed to study so... may as well take advantage right?"
Sweet Pea sat back and looked at me funny for a second before he said, "You're not like other girls, huh?"
"I bet," I sat my beer down and leaned closer to him, "You say that to all the girls."
"There's a difference here, Dollface," Sweets leaned dangerously close to my face, "They're not wearing clothes when I tell them that. On that note, do you wanna get out of here?" Sweet Pea smirked dangerously at me, and I bit my lip and nodded. This boy was fire, but it's ok because I'm gasoline.
He smiled and licked his lips as he set a twenty on the table and led me out of the bar. We were silent until he got on his bike and handed me his helmet. As I strapped it on my head he asked, "How do you feel about public indecency?"
"It's on my bucket list. Why?" I asked as he kickstarted the bike and revved it up.
"You'll see, princess," His eyes were like lights as he took off into the night, and we went on what would be the first of many (legally ambiguous) adventures.
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Not My Project- A Sweet Pea Story
أدب الهواةThis is not the traditional love story. Yes, Romeo and Juliet Live happily ever after (and live- don't give me that "but they die at the end" crap), and yes, they do in fact ride off into the sunset. But here's the difference- Romeo is an unrepentan...
