Constant Interjection - Sweet Pea x Demi Reader - Part 2
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Sweet Pea x Demisexual Reader
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Sweet Pea x Reader - Part 1
A/N: Thanks for the people who liked the first part. I have more ideas for where this is heading but would like some input if you guys like where this is going or not. Comments are always welcomed! Thanks for reading!
As Sweet Pea handed Y/N a drink, he tried taking the beauty of her in one more time. Her nails were now painted, she had put makeup on for the event and even had her hair different. He had hoped it was all for him.
The boy she had entered in with had joined her once again. Sweet Pea this time now being friendly knowing he wasn’t a threat.
The boy tried mouthing “Is this him?” nonchalantly but was unsuccessful as Sweet Pea slightly smiled now knowing she had talked about him.
She nudged his shoulder while Y/N sat up - “I’m going to find the bathroom, I’ll be back…”. She gave a slight nod to Sweet Pea as her brother took her seat.
What was quiet and subtle about her was the opposite of her step-brother. He had no problem with new people or new surroundings. “Patrick”, he stuck out his hand to Sweet Pea and he gave his hand in return.
With that, Patrick gripped Sweet Pea’s hand lightly in order to make a point - “You hurt that girl, know that being in a gang won’t help you one bit”.
Sweet Pea was used to threats. It was something that came with the territory of being a Serpent. However, he took this more of warning than a full attack. The guy cared about his sister - a girl that had somehow made Sweet Pea’s heartbeat go a little faster. He wasn’t going to blame him for the action of trying to protect her.
“Understood”. With Sweets answer - Patrick let go of his hand - his eyes becoming lighter as if he approved - not that Y/N needed it.
“Luck with?”, Sweet Pea was confused.
Patrick began to stir Y/N’s drink and smelling it - saddened by the lack of alcohol. “She’s here. That’s something big for her. It means you made an impression”.
Sweet Pea flinched at the words thinking them over - “No. It means she keeps her word”. Patrick smiled liking Sweet Peas answer more.
“So…”, Patrick seemed lost in more words - “did that hurt?”. He pointed to Sweet Pea’s tattoo.
Sweet Pea gave a chuckle. “Nah, I’ve been through worse”.
“What are we laughing about?”. Y/N came to retrieve her seat - Patrick’s body had insinuated that it was his now - making Y/N roll her eyes in jest.
With that Kevin came on stage to introduce Josie McCoy - in the moment, Sweet Pea began to freeze. Josie began to sing and part of Sweet Pea couldn’t take her eyes off her. Josie had a magical voice no question - but had made it clear that a relationship was not something she wanted. If anything, it made Sweet Pea feel like he wasn’t worthy of a real relationship. Josie concreting that only a month prior. Sweet Pea bit his lip - which drew him back to the puzzling girl before him. She was watching Josie sing, very slightly moving her body to the music. He watched her sway from behind - seeing that she didn’t care of her surroundings - that she was just her.
Y/N had no facade about her. She was upfront, direct and seemed to be a person who knew what she wanted out of life. If anything, she was just trying to take the journey of life with an open mind.
As Josie stepped off stage, Y/N turned back to both the bar and Sweet Pea behind her - quickly catching his glance at her. Sweet Pea fumbled a bit with a rag that was still in his hand as he had realized he had been caught staring. He tried giving a smirk but all it fueled for Y/N was an inquisitive brow. Once again she was confused by his actions.
“I uh…have to get something from the back”, Sweet Pea quickly left to the back of the bar and his feet lead him to the backstage. Part of him was just trying to hide as it had seemed his feelings would be unreciprocated once again.
“Well well Sweet Pea, come to tell me how brilliant my performance was?”.
Sweet Pea somewhat grunted as he turned to find Josie behind him. Part of him still wanted her. Josie was always attractive with her petite frame - something he had enjoyed all summer. But what he had lacked with Josie, was a real connection. Her getting to know his true nature had never really occurred to her over the summer. There was heat between them - but never any meaning.
“No. Just came to get some breath”, Sweet Pea groaned.
“Ah Sweets, got something you’re running from or to?”. Josie came closer to Sweet Pea, grabbing onto his black tie.
Sweet Pea looked at her stance - her eyes giving off a darkness of want. Yet, his mind was on someone else. “You gave up me remember?”.
“True. But tonight is a night for celebration…maybe…”.
“Maybe nothing McCoy - you were done with me a month ago. Let’s leave it at that”. Sweet Pea turned but could hear light footsteps retreating behind him.
He decided to follow them versus looking back at the annoyed singer.
“Hey!”, Sweet Pea shouted coming through the phone booth of Pop’s - hitting the door a bit as a line of teenagers watched a girl in black dress pants flee.
Luckily for Sweet Pea, his feet took longer strides. He caught up to Y/N in the parking lot.
She decided to freeze in her steps. She was still trying to understand her feelings and why she fled in the first place.
“Look whatever you saw…”.
Sweet Pea now adorned the confused look upon his face. “What’s fine? Look Josie and I had a thing but i–”.
“Really it’s fine. Honestly it’s probably better”. Y/N cut him off again.
Sweet Pea took a step closer to Y/N, “there’s nothing between her and I anymore”.
Y/N stood there just staring - processing her thoughts before she spoke. “Look, I came here because I told you I would and I did. I’m sorry if you thought this was a date”. Sweet Pea’s heart plunged. “I just…I don’t know you okay? You don’t know me. Someone like Josie is better for you, truly”.
“I’m telling you now. Anything I had with Josie is done. I don’t want her”.
“You don’t know me”. Y/N’s words were concrete in nature - not understanding what Sweet Pea saw in her.
“Then let me get to know you”, Sweet Pea huffed as his feelings were released in a breath. “Would you like a milkshake?”.
Y/N thought for a moment. “One shake”.
“Can it be with conversation?”, Sweet Pea’s flirtatious nature came back to him - but it wasn’t really caught by Y/N. Y/N nodded, walking past him, heading back inside of Pop’s.
Y/N was a woman with a routine. She woke up in her room always the same way. Wincing her eyes open as she would yawn. Grabbing her clothes out for the day and heading to the bathroom. She wasn’t a girl of vanity. She didn’t spend time looking in the mirror often beyond brushing her teeth or making sure her hair wasn’t too crazy. If anything - she tried to part the mirror as quickly as possible before the words “it will never change from this” would come to her mind.
She would head to Patrick’s room - either throwing a pillow or getting him up somehow before she headed to the kitchen. She wasn’t a big morning eater but found her solace in coffee. And thus, out of routine, would begin to make a pot as if it was second nature.
Patrick would come in wincing his eyes while Y/N would look at the clock. She kept everything carefully timed. When to get up from the dining table to clean her mug - when to put her shoes on - and what minute to leave the apartment to get to school on time for her 20 minute walk.
After locking the door she would crack open whatever book sparked her fancy and her feet would guide her knowing the way to school well by now. It was a routine that never faltered.
Sweet Pea resisted keeping the smile on his face while he brought the milkshakes over to the booth. He had noticed she felt more relaxed sitting down staring out the window - as if her thoughts were ahead of their soon be conversation.
“So - Patrick…how long have you been step-siblings?”.
Sweet Pea’s words grabbed Y/N out of her small daze as she tried to gain interest. “Oh, I guess about four years now…”.
“Can I ask which parents?”.
Y/N took the straw to her mouth of the strawberry shake - every once in a while plunging the straw in to mix the whipped cream in. “His mom, my dad”.
“Gotcha. Well, he seems interesting”.
“…did he say something in particular to you?”. Y/N’s brow of curiosity rose again.
Sweet Pea thought back to the bar, “nah nothing to worry about. You’re uh…not from here right?”,
Y/N shook her head, “no. New York”, it was the first time that Y/N’s eyes really perked in interest.
“Must be better than here…”, Sweet Pea looked out the window recalling the last few years.
“You okay?”, Y/N was genuinely concerned.
“Yeah just - this is the type of town…where, well, people like me tend to never leave”.
“If you mean people like you because of that tattoo - then I don’t think you know yourself very well…”, Y/N said this plainly but it had resonated.
Sweet Pea chuckled, “Oh yeah?”
Y/N sat back to the seat of the booth - something coy finally coming out of her mouth. “You speak your mind, you aren’t afraid of anyone else and you seem to go after something when you want to”.
Sweet Pea thought for a moment, “all true”.
Y/N smiled, her lips going back to her drink.
Y/N nodded again, “almost all of it. The city, the museums…the culture”,
“What made you guys come here?”. Sweet Pea finally took a swig of his chocolate shake, leaning back into the corner of the booth - his feet up on the seat before him.
“Arlene. Patrick’s mom. We had to leave New York…”, Y/N thought for a moment and then opened her mouth again, “well because of a situation with my dad. She found a job here and it was just settled at that”. Her eyes looked down in a way of anguish and embarrassment.
“At least you have people who care about you”.
Y/N looked up, “don’t you? I mean…”, she pointed to his tattoo.
Sweet Pea laughed his comment off. “I mean, the Serpents are a family, don’t get me wrong. But I’m not the highest on everyone’s list to really care about. I shuffle around here and there. I got Fangs but that’s about it”.
Sweet Pea took a butter knife off its placement on the table and began playing with it out of habit - somewhat missing the switchblade that was usually in his pocket.
“Well that’s someone then”, Y/N gave a smile.
Once again, Sweet Pea was enamored with how her face lit up when she smiled. It was if she had no idea how she looked - giving off a glow that could have been infectious to anyone. But in that moment, it was infectious to him.
A few hours had passed between them in the booth. Talking about music and movies and finding the similarities in each other’s tastes. Y/N would ramble about the books she still had yet to read and how she missed going to a “real art museum”.
“Oh I didn’t think….”, she thought for a moment, giving her index finger out to pause the question as well as her answer. She looked at her phone and sent a few texts. Nodding when she got the reply she expected. “Sure. Do you have a car or walking…I mean I don’t live far from here…”.
Sweet Pea looked questionable, “You live on the South Side?”.
Y/N nodded a little reluctantly. “Yeah off of Hastings. The construction over there has been murder on my sleep…”.
Sweet Pea thought about passing the Whyte Worm getting to Y/N’s place. He didn’t want to see his former home in the likes it was now. “I have my bike but if you want to walk…we should take Wabash…it’s safer”.
“That’s fine”. Y/N pulled a card out of the back case of her phone as she slowly got up.
“They’re already paid for…”, Sweet Pea reached behind his neck slightly rubbing a spot out of nervousness.
“Oh. Well thanks, I’ll pay you back”.
Sweet Pea got up and stepped ahead of Y/N to get the door in front of her. Trying to remember the manners his grandmother taught him.
Y/N looked up to his view and gave a small smile as they made their long night longer heading through the Southside of town. Sweet Pea’s feet knowing the way ever so well.
