SWEETPEA'S POV
I don't want him to be scared of me.
I walked into his small bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I shed myself of the leather serpent jacket I wear everyday. Now all I had on was a plain gray t-shirt and a red and blue flannel tied around my waist with black skinny jeans and my black combat boots. My hair was slicked back with gel and my tattoo prominently placed on the side of my neck.
I thought he liked my clothes?
I thought he liked my hair?
I thought he liked my tattoo?
YOU ARE READING
get off of me! /swangs/
Fanfictionfangs Is going through tough times while his best friend sweetpea is there to help him In more ways then one.
