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Imagine…
You gave a light sigh as you finished drying dishes. You were more than tired, having dealt with some Socs before. Your eye was still dark and swollen, but you didn’t complain. You were used to it. Besides, you were trying to help out a fellow Greaser. It was just what you did. You tossed your wet towel onto the counter, leaning against it as you ran a hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair. However, your lips curled into a smile as you heard your son laughing from the living room. You could hear him and his father, Two-Bit, wrestling.
“I’m gonna cut off your hair!”
You couldn’t help but laugh yourself as you heard your son scream. You were just about to grab some chocolate cake from the fridge when the boy came running into the kitchen. He was trying to run from Two-Bit, looking over his shoulder. Which caused him to slam right into you. He fell back onto the floor, a sharp pain in your leg. You hissed and looked down, a small slash on your thigh. Blood was soaking your torn-up jeans around it. You looked back at your son on the floor, noticing the switchblade in his hand. You gave a small huff, putting your hands on your hips as he sat up. He shot you a sheepish smile as you stared at him with firm, (e/c) eyes.
“(S/n) Mathews, what have I told you about running around with a blade?”
The five year old boy tried to look as innocent as possible, hiding the blade behind his back.
“Uhm… Not to?”
You gave a small nod, forcing your angry persona to stay. It was so hard to stay mad at him.
“Then why are you?”
He simply gave a small shrug, watching as you held out an expecting hand. He slowly placed the knife in it, looking disappointed. You folded the blade shut before setting it on a shelf above the counter, out of his reach. You helped him up before lifting him into the air, ruffling his hair.
“You’re goin’ to kill me one of these days.”
He just laughed, hugging your neck. It was then that Two-Bit came in, smiling at the sight.
“I thought Mom would catch ya.”
You just feigned a glare at him, your son laughing. Two-Bit just smiled right along walking over to your and kissing you on your scarred cheek. You just smiled back, handing him your son.
“You two best behave while I go fix myself up.”
They just gave a fake salute, watching as you walked into the bathroom. (S/n) looked at Two-Bit before glancing at the blade. He did the same before swiping it from the counter, running for the living room. You just sighed as you listened to the footsteps retreat, smiling to yourself.
“Boys!”
You gave a light sigh as you finished drying dishes. You were more than tired, having dealt with some Socs before. Your eye was still dark and swollen, but you didn’t complain. You were used to it. Besides, you were trying to help out a fellow Greaser. It was just what you did. You tossed your wet towel onto the counter, leaning against it as you ran a hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair. However, your lips curled into a smile as you heard your son laughing from the living room. You could hear him and his father, Two-Bit, wrestling.
“I’m gonna cut off your hair!”
You couldn’t help but laugh yourself as you heard your son scream. You were just about to grab some chocolate cake from the fridge when the boy came running into the kitchen. He was trying to run from Two-Bit, looking over his shoulder. Which caused him to slam right into you. He fell back onto the floor, a sharp pain in your leg. You hissed and looked down, a small slash on your thigh. Blood was soaking your torn-up jeans around it. You looked back at your son on the floor, noticing the switchblade in his hand. You gave a small huff, putting your hands on your hips as he sat up. He shot you a sheepish smile as you stared at him with firm, (e/c) eyes.
“(S/n) Mathews, what have I told you about running around with a blade?”
The five year old boy tried to look as innocent as possible, hiding the blade behind his back.
“Uhm… Not to?”
You gave a small nod, forcing your angry persona to stay. It was so hard to stay mad at him.
“Then why are you?”
He simply gave a small shrug, watching as you held out an expecting hand. He slowly placed the knife in it, looking disappointed. You folded the blade shut before setting it on a shelf above the counter, out of his reach. You helped him up before lifting him into the air, ruffling his hair.
“You’re goin’ to kill me one of these days.”
He just laughed, hugging your neck. It was then that Two-Bit came in, smiling at the sight.
“I thought Mom would catch ya.”
You just feigned a glare at him, your son laughing. Two-Bit just smiled right along walking over to your and kissing you on your scarred cheek. You just smiled back, handing him your son.
“You two best behave while I go fix myself up.”
They just gave a fake salute, watching as you walked into the bathroom. (S/n) looked at Two-Bit before glancing at the blade. He did the same before swiping it from the counter, running for the living room. You just sighed as you listened to the footsteps retreat, smiling to yourself.
“Boys!”
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~Chase's POV~
I threw my IPhone against the wall. It made a rather loud crack noise as it slammed into the surface, but I was too busy crying to give a damn.
Stacy just left a voicemail, telling me that she's moving to the other side of the country in a few days. But even worse...she was taking the kids, our kids, with her!!
That meant I will never get to see them on the weekends again. I'd have to either drive or take a plane just to visit them. But I was barely getting by with the money I was making off of YouTube, so I knew I couldn't afford it.
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Can't seem to find part 1?