"You should know, you can go where you want to go. I can take you there.~"
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"A rodeo, Y/N. A fucking rodeo. How did you rope me into this?"
Ah, Irene, our hippie witch. Who somehow got roped into going to a rodeo show with Y/N. How did this happen? Only Y/N knows.
The two had been friends for a long while. Since elementary when they met each other on the slides at recess. Irene had instantly clicked with Y/N's vibe, and decided to befriend them.
"Oh, come on Irene, lighten up. It'll be an experience. Then we'll know if we want to go to another one next year. If we do, cool, let's do it. If not, whatever."
Irene would grumble, rolling her eyes with a small chuckle.
"Fine. But, if you volunteer me for anything, I'm going to behead you myself."
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Mafia Man
RomanceA short, (maybe), story centered one of my main original characters, Jackson. A refined, fiery haired, mafia man. May include fluff, may include angst. Guess we'll have to find out.
