❝I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad the dreams I have of dying are the best I've ever had...❞
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THERE WAS A BAR ON THE SOUTHSIDE OF TOWN that had a reputation. No one dared walk in if they had no affiliation with the gang it housed, and on those rare occasions where an outsider did walk through those front doors they were often very swiftly escorted out. But Theodora Cohen wasn't an outsider, no matter what anyone who belonged here might think or say.
She was in a sense, truth be told, she hadn't stepped foot in the Whyte Wyrm since she was six years old and her dad used to bring her in for root beer floats every other Saturday as her allowance for all her hard work holding a flashlight in his shop. She would sit up on a barstool between her dad and her favourite uncle with a big grin on her face and race them to see who could finish theirs first. She always, always lost to FP Jones who would tickle her sides and say the same thing every time.
"When you're bigger." She hadn't heard those words from him in years, so when she did hear his deep voice announce this as she walked in the door Theo's lips curled into a wide smile, one that was uncharacteristically bright according to the boy who had walked in with her.
"Welcome home." She told him, allowing him to wrap her in his arms for a warm and tight hug.
"Soon enough we'll be throwing another one of these ridiculous things." FP told her softly, pulling back and placing both hands on the sides of her face to tilt her head up so that he could look directly into her eyes.
That was the wrong thing to do, Theo knew it the moment she locked eyes with his. He was about as sure of that happening as she was and he had only said it in a feeble attempt to make them both feel better about the fact that he was out while her father was still behind bars. All she offers him is a smile in return.
And that's when a leather clad arm is tossed carelessly over her shoulder, nearly knocking her off balance. She turns and narrows her eyes at Sweet Pea who lets out a barking laugh in response and after glancing between the two of them FP's brows lift up in surprise which is evident in the sound of his voice as he muses, "Hmm... kind of always thought you'd hook up with Fangs if I'm being honest."
Sweet Pea rolls his eyes as Theo audibly gags, "Disgusting."
"There are worse people you could hook up with than me." Fangs notes as he approaches from behind FP, arms crossed tightly over his chest and a faux scowl present on his face.
And at the same time that Sweet Pea says, "Hog Eye."
FP says, "Sweet Pea."
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bloodline [sweet pea]
Fanfic"High school cheerleader, sits at the popular table, goes to all the parties, friends with all the jocks and rich kids... how long can you keep the act that you're one of them going Theo?"