Author: JLaLa (@jlalafics)/Image by @daydreamsandcaffeine
Prompt: How about a story based on the Fast and the Furious series? It can be any of the characters and can be in any place in the world. Peeta and Katniss both love fast cars. Family is the most important thing in life
Peeta hated days like these.
Hot and dry, perfect to start out the usual September brush fire in the Bay Area. Autumn usually began with a three-day stint of hot days before welcoming back Karl the Fog. Residents of the city welcome the overcast like an old friend, Peeta included.
He stretched behind the gas station counter, whistling along to the tune from the latest TikTok musician that played from his laptop speakers.
Outside, cars came and went, owners pumping gas or coming into the small store that he manned to buy snacks or drinks.
It wasn’t the greatest job, but the schedule was flexible and let him study during his downtime.
As his gaze went to his laptop screen, the bass-like rumble of a Spoon exhaust system caught his ear. Peeta’s eyes shot up just as a deep-orange Acura Integra pulled up to the gas pump in front of the market. He was immediately impressed by the bodywork; the anodized aluminum black rims, the aggressive lip kit, the carbon fiber wing—
Not to mention, the woman stepping out the car.
The same song playing on his speakers blared from inside her ride, filling the air. He watched captivated as she walked over to the pump, her movements perfectly in sync with tune.
“This ain’t build a bitch…I’m filled with flaws and attitude…so if you need perfect, I’m not built for you…”
The song fit her perfectly. Peeta watched as the dark-haired woman Facetimed, her hand gesticulating angrily. She was definitely pissed about something. He snorted as the call ended with her giving the caller the finger before tossing her phone through the open driver window.
Running a frustrated hand through her hair, she finished pumping and returned the gas nozzle.
Her gaze went to the market and Peeta straightened seeing that she was heading in. His eyes shot back to his laptop, pretending to not acknowledge her entrance as the woman went straight to the fridges in the back.
However, Peeta could feel her. His hair stood on end with each step that brought her closer to the counter…to him.
No woman had ever had such an effect on him.
Two cans of Arizona iced teas (lemon and raspberry), a bag of Cheetos hot fries, and a Vero Mango Chili Lollipop were placed on his counter, and he immediately reached to ring them up.
“$8.23,” Peeta said as he started to bag her purchases.
The woman snorted. “Damn, that’s expensive.”
Smoky eyes greeted his blues and his breath stuck in his throat. He coughed nervously before giving her a smile.
“You’re not from the Bay, are you?”
She was even more beautiful up close; her dark waves framed a heart-shaped face with almond eyes, a pert nose, and naturally plump lips. His eyes roved over to the dark wash jeans, the fitted black tank tucked into its waist, and the olive-green moto leather jacket.
“Welcome to San Francisco where the gas prices are high and you pay up to 3K to live in a possibly illegal in-law,” he joked.
She examined him before replying, “But you love living here.”
Peeta grinned. “Wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. This is home.”
“That’s nice,” the woman replied quietly. “I’d like that one day.”
“Maybe you’ll find your place here.” Peeta held out his hand. “Peeta Mellark.”
“Katniss Everdeen.” She shook it, and a tingle shot through his spine. Her gaze suddenly went to her car. “I should get these to my sister. Hopefully, she’s still napping.”
He looked at the Integra’s tinted windows.
“Would be pretty hard to notice any sunlight through those. It’s a ‘97, right?”
“A ’95 Type-R, actually.”
“Tight work,” he remarked. “I like the Spoon rims.”
“Thanks. My Dad and I put them in before—” Katniss stopped, her voice catching. “It was a pet project of ours.” She let out a breath before giving him a smile. “I better get going. Have to meet my uncle at his place. It was nice meeting you, Peeta Mellark.”
“Wait—” Peeta rounded the counter and grabbed another Vero Mango lollipop from the canister nearby. He went to her, holding out the candy along with her bagged items. “Your snacks and this extra piece are on me. An official welcome from a true San Franciscan.”
Katniss took the lollipop, unwrapping it and sticking it into her mouth. She sucked, the sound reaching his ears, and Peeta resisted the urge to groan at the sheer sexiness of it.
Goddamn—she was his dream girl.
Katniss smirked, as if she had heard his thoughts.
“I think I’m going to like it here.”
“I saw that! You hella failed!” Peeta scowled at Finnick Odair, his best friend, who in turned beamed at him. “Just joking, bro, but I could tell you liked her.”
Finnick worked at the auto shop adjacent to the gas station along with Thresh, another one of their crew.
“Doesn’t matter,” Peeta lied. “I have to focus on other things.”
Their attention suddenly went to the white Porsche 911 Turbo that was heading towards them. It turned in sharply to pull up and park and Finnick jogged over to open the door.
“Hey Peeta!” Annie Cresta, Finnick’s girlfriend, greeted brightly as she stepped out of the car. “Y’all ready?”
Finnick kissed her quickly before looking back to him.
“Just about to close. Peeta was telling me about this girl that he just bombed with.”
Annie was a former car show model, not surprising with her flowing dark hair, slim figure, and deep green eyes. It was actually how she met Finnick, whose car—a Shelby GT 500—was on display. The two hit it off when Annie asked to check out his engine—her dad was former race car mechanic—and had been inseparable ever since.
“You met a girl?” Annie reached over and pinched his cheek. “So cute!”
“Nothing will come of it,” Peeta informed her, smiling wryly. “She had a nice ride though.”
“Ride?” Annie looked at him in confusion. “Like her ass?”
“No, like her car,” he told his friend. “A ’95 Integra, gorgeous color. Not to mention, she was gorgeous, too.” Pulling his cellphone from his pocket, Peeta looked at the time. “We should get going. Haymitch and the rest of them should be there now.”
Finnick reached into his shirt pocket and tossed the keys at him. “She’s in the back.”
Peeta nodded before heading into the open garage, past the cars being serviced and toward the silver custom fit car cover. Finnick’s shop was popular and with everything going on, he made sure that she was well-protected.
Going to the front of the cover, Peeta carefully rolled it back, checking for any marks before fully exposing her to the evening air.
“Hello, love,” he greeted.
His GTR gleamed in greeting; the dark green paint job shimmering with flecks of silver and Peeta opened the door to climb inside, taking in the scent of the leather. He adjusted the rearview mirror, making sure that the rosary from his mother wasn’t tangled.
“God, those Volk rims are bangin’,” Finnick said as he started his engine. “How many shifts did it take to get them?”
“Six months’ worth.” Peeta grinned, his hands already on his steering wheel—a Momo that cost him a pretty penny. He ate Maruchan noodles for a year to save up for it. “It’s always worth it, though.”
“You really need to get laid, man.”
Peeta gave him the finger.
“Hey, guys!” Annie skipped towards them, her skirt and long hair flouncing with her. “Last person at the meet-up buys dinner!”
“You’re on, babe,” Finnick replied before heading to his Shelby, newly painted electric blue with a white stripe down its middle.
“I want Golden Boy!” Peeta yelled as Annie rushed to her car. Fastening his seatbelt, he turned the engine over and revved it up before putting it into drive to move gently out of the garage.
He stopped next to Annie’s car, and she drew down her passenger window. “You think you’ll see your girl again?”
Peeta shrugged, his mind going to those sparkling greys. “I can only hope.”
Finnick joined them, a wide smile on his face.
“Come on, you two! Let’s roll out!”
Taking a deep breath, Peeta shifted into gear and in the blink of an eye, the three cars were racing into the evening.
Peeta lost himself in the drive, forgetting about the wager between himself and his friends.
Instead of heading for the easiest path from the gas station in Bayview—getting on the 101—he decided to cruise the streets and found himself driving through the Dogpatch District.
There was a distinct divide between the neighboring districts due to gentrification. In just a few blocks, it went from shipyards and old factories to state-of-the-art apartment buildings, the Uber HQ, and Chase Stadium.
While Peeta loved discovering new facets of the City, like the new Asian fusion bakery near his apartment, he missed other things like the family run restaurant that was walking distance from the gas station. His father used to take him there on the weekends so they could have man-to-man time while eating hefty servings of char siu and rice from Styrofoam containers.
Just as Peeta crossed the small drawbridge next to Oracle Park, his cellphone rang. Making sure there weren’t any cops around, he answered, putting it on speaker.
“Hey asshole, where the hell are you?”
Peeta rolled his eyes at the greeting. “Almost there, Gale. Just drove by the ballpark. Who’s there?”
“Haymitch, Johanna, Thresh—wait…Annie and Finnick just arrived—” There was a shuffle and some muffled words before Gale got back on the phone. “Little Miss Annie said that you’re getting pizza for Haymitch’s tonight.”
“Guess I am,” he replied. “See you in a few.”
His eyes went directly onto the 3rd Street.
It was surprisingly quiet, which made sense since there wasn’t a game going on.
Peeta shifted gears, put his pedal to the floor and sped through, hearing the squeal of his tires as he gained speed. He grinned at the rumble beneath him, the sounds of his car as familiar as his heartbeat.
Maybe it wasn’t that he lost himself in the ride, it was that found himself in it.
Making a turn into the lot, Peeta quickly found the rest of his crew despite the throngs of other automobiles arranged around their own group.
Everyone knew that Haymitch Abernathy’s crew had the prime spot; dead center in the lot with the perfect backdrop of the Bay Bridge behind them.
Peeta parked in his usual spot, to the right of Haymitch’s 1973 Barracuda, which was a source of envy and desire for many. There wasn’t a single driving crew that didn’t know of the man or his car.
It was pure black with leather bench seats and a 3-Spoke walnut hardwood steering wheel—timeless pieces for a classic. Unlike the rest of their cars, Haymitch’s had no body kit or other flashy additions. He didn’t need them because his racing skill alone was legendary.
Peeta stepped out of his car and immediately Haymitch came over, a wide smile on his weathered face.
“About time you showed up.” He put an arm around Peeta, patting his back. “I hear you’re bringing pizza over to my place. Effie will be happy. She hasn’t done a Costco run this week and will have nothing for any of you to eat.”
“If she ever needs anyone to help her out, I can go with her,” Peeta offered.
“And that’s why you’re my favorite,” the man declared.
Effie, Haymitch’s lady—practically his wife—was a retired officer from the San Francisco Police Department. It was how the two met; each time there was some sort of street race, Effie was immediately sent out to deal with Haymitch, who had taken a special liking to the woman.
It got to the point where he would start running lights on purpose and, even once, making donuts by her precinct just to be pulled in for an interview with her.
About the weirdest way to get someone but now the two were living happily in sin.
“Of course, he’s your favorite!” The woman with the ponytail shave approached, a glint in her dark eyes. She put her hands to Peeta’s cheeks to squish them together. “Peeta is so adorable!” Her words were laced with sarcasm. “He might even turn me straight.”
“Hello, Johanna,” Peeta greeted with a chuckle. He hugged the woman and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Who’s your conquest tonight?”
Johanna looked around and then sighed.
“Slim pickings tonight. Might just have to eat out Cato’s girl like last time.”
“God, I’d love to be a fly on the wall when he finds out about that.” Peeta’s stare went to the group adjacent to them. A tall blond with an unusually long neck met his eyes and sneered before taking a sip from the Corona in his hand. Beside him, the petite girl with long, sleek hair and round eyes looked to them, her gaze zeroing in on Johanna.
In response, his friend made a V with her index and middle finger before sticking her tongue between them, flicking it up and down. The girl startled before pressing herself closer to Cato, though her eyes flit once more to Johanna.
“I have no time to deal with a closet case like Clove,” Johanna told him.
Johanna Mason was the crew’s second in command. If Haymitch and Effie were considered the Papa and Mama Bear of their crew, Johanna was essentially their Aunt Bear—who liked pussy. She knew everyone strengths and weaknesses on the road and if they were ever challenged, she would immediately send the best driver for the race.
Besides Beetee, their tech guy, Johanna knew every road in the Bay Area and how to handle each one.
“The right one will come along,” he assured her.
“God willing,” she retorted before suddenly snapping her neck to her left. “Hands off the car, Gale!”
The dark-haired man, who could easily be mistaken as Haymitch’s son due to having the same olive skin and grey eyes, raised his hands in surrender.
“Just checking out the new body kit!” Gale called out before stepping away from the grey Nissan 370z. “No need to be a bitch about it.”
“I’d watch your mouth before I call your mama,” Johanna warned.
“Leave him alone,” Peeta said. He walked over to Gale and patted his shoulder. “He’s still learning how not to play with other people’s property—”
The group erupted in laughter as Thresh and Finnick launched into a rendition of Naughty by Nature’s O.P.P.
A few weeks ago, Gale sat inside the Barracuda—strike one—then touched the steering wheel—strike two. Just as he was about to sign his death warrant and open the glove compartment, Haymitch found him and tore him a new one.
Gale hadn’t looked at the Barracuda or Haymitch ever since.
Peeta finished greeting the rest of the crew, hugging it out with Thresh, who was off from Finnick’s garage today. Then he said hello to Brutus and Gloss, two cousins from Oakland, who were essentially muscle men—they owned a high-end gym in the City. The two were checking out the paint jobs on their matching Toyota 86s; Brutus’ was midnight purple and Gloss’ was chartreuse.
Brutus asked when he would be coming to train to which Peeta said that he would look into his work schedule.
Truthfully, the last time that he trained with the men, he couldn’t move for three days. They meant well but didn’t understand that not a lot of people were on their level fitness-wise.
His last stop was Beetee, who was sitting in his Dodge Charger with a laptop in the passenger seat.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Hacked into the SFPD’s CB radio system,” Beetee replied. “Just keeping a watch in case.” He pushed up his horn-rimmed glasses. “Would hate for them to ruin such a fun gathering.”
“Any reason that they should?”
“Cato is a little heated since you bested him at Twin Peaks,” the man informed him. “I have a feeling he might be feeding info to the police to shut this all down.”
“What an asshole,” Peeta replied. “I thought he was just bent out of shape because Johanna gave Clove head.”
Beetee guffawed. “That might just push him over the edge.” He looked up at Peeta. “Just watch your back, okay?”
He smiled warmly at the man. “Of course.”
Haymitch let out a whistle and they all gathered. Behind them, the music coming from one of the lowriders was quickly cut and even Cato’s crew turned to hear what their leader had to say.
“I’m glad that you were all available to come out,” Haymitch started. “Seeing you all here reminds of how much of a family you have become to me.” He cleared his throat, his grey eyes solemn and Peeta felt something stick in his throat. “With that in mind, I’m stepping down. Effie and I need to focus on some family matters, and we thought that you should be the first to know.”
For a moment, the crowd went silent.
“So, you finally knock her up?”
The question came from one of the guys where the lowrider cars were parked. Peeta remembered this man’s car being the ’64 Impala; he had invited Peeta for a ride once.
Haymitch snickered. “No, but don’t give Effie any ideas!” Everyone howled and Haymitch held his hands up to quiet them down. “I know this is a surprise, but things came up…and it’s what needs to be done.”
Out in the throng, someone held up their 40 oz bottle of Olde English. “To Haymitch!”
The crowd roared and those with a drink held it up to honor the man.
Johanna was the first to confront their leader. “A little warning would’ve been nice!”
He looked to each of them, regret in his eyes.
“We’re going to talk about it at my place tonight. Especially with everyone around gunning to take my spot…our spot. Also, there’s someone I want to introduce you to.”
A familiar orange Integra roared into the lot, braking sharply in front of their group.
Peeta’s heart began to race.
The door opened and there she was, still wearing the same green leather jacket. She rushed over to Haymitch, giving him a smile before looking to the group.
When she zeroed in on Peeta, her grey eyes rounded before delightfully sparkling in his direction.
Heat filled him at her provocative stare.
‘Hello again, Dream Girl.’
“Guys—” Haymitch put an arm around her. “This is my niece, Katniss Everdeen.”
“Please be into girls…please be into girls…” Johanna murmured in quiet prayer behind him.
Peeta sat frozen in his spot, watching Haymitch introduce Katniss to some of the older folks in the mob.
Of all people, why did she have to be related to Haymitch Abernathy? Someone he knew for a definite fact could get away with murder.
However, there would be no problem if Peeta just kept it in his pants and avoided her.
“Peeta!” Haymitch headed right for him; Katniss following behind. “This is Katniss. Katniss, this is—”
“Peeta Mellark of gas station fame,” she finished with a smirk. “It’s been what—eight hours?”
“I didn’t realize that the uncle you were referring to was Haymitch.” Peeta avoided Haymitch’s curious gaze. “Again, welcome to the City.”
“And, how do you know my boy?” Haymitch asked.
Katniss looked at her Uncle. “Your boy? I was hoping Peeta was single—”
“Katniss…” Haymitch warned though it was tinge with warmth.
“Don’t worry!” She winked at Peeta. “I promise to not eat him alive.” He hoped that neither noticed the slight twitch at his lower half. “Anyway, Peeta was the first person to welcome me to San Francisco. He made me feel much better about the whole situation…”
The lightness in her eyes dimmed for a moment.
“I want you to be happy here, Katniss,” her uncle said gruffly. “You and Prim.”
Katniss embraced the older man, giving him a kiss on the cheek as they pulled apart.
In return, Haymitch patted her shoulder awkwardly.
“We will be. Thanks to you and Effie.”
“Wow.” Peeta guffawed. “I’ve never seen you so…soft.”
“I’ve seen you cry watching The Notebook. I don’t think you’re in a place to be calling me out,” Haymitch retorted.
“That is the last time that Annie decides on a movie!” Peeta turned to Katniss, who watched the banter in amusement. “I’m not making myself look good, am I?”
Katniss snorted. “No, you aren’t, but I like you this way.”
They stared at one another for a moment, and Peeta felt his mouth rise at the sight of her smile—as wide and bright as his own. He wished he could stop time just so that he could remember every bit of this moment; the way the corners of her eyes crinkled and the slightly higher lift of the right side of her lips.
And that dimple on her chin.
He wanted to press his mouth to it, imprinting it forever in his memories.
“This is getting weird,” Haymitch suddenly said, breaking them both from the stare. He whistled, calling the rest of the crew towards them. “Everyone, this is my niece Katniss. Treat her nicely, but don’t stare at her weirdly like Peeta just did.”
Each of them introduced themselves; Johanna with barely contained lust, Annie with excitement, Thresh with friendliness, Finnick with flirtation, Brutus and Gloss with quiet grunts, and Gale with suspicion. Beetee had already been introduced in the first round along with all the elders at the gathering.
“Katniss here is quite the driver,” Haymitch told them proudly. “Her dad was one of the best drifters in the country and he taught her well.”
“Bullshit,” Gale busted out.
Katniss stepped up. “Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying—this isn’t just some single-road town in the middle of nowhere. This is San Francisco. Not everyone can drive it—or drive it like we can.”
Gale was taken aback. “What?”
“According to you, not everyone—specifically me—can drive the streets of San Francisco,” Katniss countered. “Give me a street and I’ll show you I can.” She stepped into his space, and Gale retreated, but just slightly to save face. “In fact, you can drive against me.” Her eyes went to Gale’s Cherry-Red Viper. “Unless you can’t handle that weak ride of yours.”
Gale’s eyes flashed. “Top of Vermont Street.”
Peeta joined the two, turning to Katniss.
“You don’t have anything to prove.” He glared at Gale. “Especially to him.”
Katniss’ stare softened and she moved close, brushing her knuckles against Peeta’s.
“I know I don’t. I just think that he needs to be taught a lesson.”
His stomach fluttered at the fire in her eyes. “And what is that?”
“That it’s not about the car. It’s about the driver.”
While many believe the most crooked street is Lombard Street, San Franciscans know the truth.
It is actually Vermont Street.
Settled in Potrero Hill, the street is hidden in a residential area surrounded by trees. It’s not a place to take photos and you never had to worry about having to wait in a queue like Lombard. In fact, because of its seven sharp turns, it was disorienting to take photos.
That wasn’t going to stop Annie.
“I’m totally going live on my Instagram,” she told everyone at the bottom of the street where the crew was parked and gathered.
“Are you really putting your niece through the ringer over Gale?” Johanna questioned, her hard stare on their leader. “You know he’s all talk.”
“She needs to prove herself,” Haymitch responded before turning to Katniss. “You good?”
Katniss nodded. “I’m ready whenever he is.”
“How do we know that neither of them is woofing?” Brutus called out.
“Easy. Send in a witness,” Haymitch told him. “Katniss, pick someone to ride with you.”
“Peeta,” she answered immediately. His face warmed as he joined her side and she leaned towards him. “I’m glad I haven’t scared you off yet.”
“You’ll have to do a lot more to keep me away.”
Katniss barely managed to hold in her smile.
Haymitch looked over at Gale, who was sitting against his car.
“Gale? Who’s your choice?”
“We’ll flip on who goes first,” Haymitch continued. “Katniss is heads, Gale is tails.” He dug a quarter from his pocket before flipping it and covering the coin with his other hand. “Annie, call the result.”
Annie danced towards him, and he moved his hand away. “Heads!”
“Peeta, you record Katniss driving,” Johanna said. “Same for you, Finnick. The fastest split time is the winner.”
Katniss nodded. “Got it. Let’s go, Peeta.” They walked over to her car, and he went to the driver’s side, opening her door. She smiled as she sat down. “Thanks…no one has ever opened a door for me.”
“That’s a damn shame,” he replied. “I’ll have to fix that.”
Closing it, Peeta rounded the car to the passenger’s side and opened the door, plopping himself in his seat. He looked around the interior in admiration; the seats were taupe leather and smelled like they were just put in.
“Before you ask, they’re new,” Katniss informed him. “Wanted to make the trip easier on Prim.” She reached to her stereo system, an Alpine, and turned the volume up. “I can’t drive—the way I need to—without music.”
“I get it. I’m all about my dance mixes.”
Katniss started her engine and the smooth rumble immediately comforted him.
There was something about being in a well-built car. You could feel the love and the dedication put into it. Being in a custom-built car was like being in someone’s home, you’re able to get a glance of the kind of people they are. If they’re messy or neat, if they’re a minimalist or extravagant, or even if they are rebellious or a law-abider.
Peeta could tell immediately that she was an analytical driver, already planning the next move as she used her short shift and smoothly turned her Momo—they matched—up to the top of Vermont Street.
His phone rang and he answered to find Johanna’s face on the screen. “Hey, we’re at the top.”
“Okay,” Johanna said. “When Katniss is ready, let me—”
“I’m ready now,” Katniss interrupted, looking at the road before them. She gunned the engine, shifting with one hand and gripping her steering wheel with the other. “You?”
Their eyes met and her steel gaze went soft. However, her chest rose, her lips blowing out her tension unsteadily.
She needed him. In what way, he wasn’t sure, but he knew one thing.
Whatever Katniss needed, he would be there—co-driver, friend, family…
The other possibilities…they would just have to wait.
Because it was time for Katniss to show them what she was made of.
Johanna called out from his phone, “Starting in…3…2…1! GO!”
Her tires squealed as they flew off the concrete.
Peeta hung up on Johanna and got on camera mode to record. He focused on Katniss’ braking techniques, so smooth and stealthy that there was no jerking as they made their way through the first turn. Expose’s “Point of No Return” blared in the background, the bass making the whole car pulsate, but Peeta noticed none of it.
“I’d like to feel the passion
To the point of no return
I will be in full reaction
I wanna take you in my arms
You’re taking me to the point of no return…you’re taking me to the point of no return…”
Despite their speed, he recorded steadily to make sure that he was getting all the proof that prick Gale needed. Katniss’ driving skills were flawless, her turns were tight and control on the wheel firm. She was focused completely on the road as they reached the halfway point.
All the while, a radiant smile lit her face.
She looked like he felt whenever he drove.
Like there was nothing else in the world that they would rather be doing.
“Why are you staring at me?”
Peeta moved the phone to meet her eyes. “Because I have to, I’m recording.”
“That camera hasn’t moved from face since the third turn.”
“Oh shit—” He quickly panned the camera to where she gripped the wheel. “Sorry.”
Katniss cracked up. “It’s not you I have to prove anything to. I know you trust me.”
He raised a brow at her words. “How do you know that?”
“It’s an instinct, like driving.” They made another turn, the second to the last. Peeta could see the line of their crew’s cars blocking the end of the road. “I know that you wouldn’t steer me wrong—excuse the bad pun.”
“Driving and puns,” he remarked. “My kind of night…with my dream girl.”
They reached the last turn and Katniss shifted as they made their way to the finish, braking to a full stop.
She turned to him, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. Her mouth curved in a smile as they stared at one another.
“What are you doing after this?” Katniss asked.
“I owe everyone dinner from Golden Boy Pizza.” His eyes went to where their hands rested at the console. Slowly, he covered her hand with his. “You want to come with me?”
Without a tic, her hand turned under his to entwine their fingers.
Their eyes connected, her own full and warm for him.
Peeta knew the look as sure he could breathe; he knew it reflected his own.
“I would go anywhere with you.”
Yes, if you this is by no means over and I’m already working on Part Two. Watch on my Tumblr for updates.
Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!
“Build A Bitch” – Bella Poarch
“Point of No Return” –Expose