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oliversolomon:
"I wasn’t- I didn’t- I’m sorry, Dad…"
"How dare you hang out with those hoodlums?!" Luke asked of Oliver's being caught about to steal something from a rival Mexican gang member's bike at the insistence of a group of the most recent prospects for the MC. Luke was shaking, like he was on vibrate. "Oliver! Do you have any idea who you just tried to steal from?!"
"Aw, c’mon… Half an hour more? Please?" Ollie begged, clinging to the back of Luke’s shirt to make sure he wouldn’t fall. "I swear, I’ll wake up. I’ll wake up early if you want me to, just half an hour?”
"No, absolutely not. You'll do as you're told, young man." Luke said, proceeding to carry his son all the way to the bedroom, where he dropped him onto his bed and pointed at him, expression stern. "To bed!"
oliversolomon:
"What are you doing here?”
"Your dad didn't want you alone last night because he had to go to work. So, he called Jamie and I came with. What's it matter to you?"
"I’m tryin’ to write a thing. Shut up."
"Well, what're you tryin' to write?"
"Doesn’t mean you’re any good at it." Oliver pointed out, crossing his arms. He stood for a little longer, mostly just to show that he wasn’t a pushover or a creep, then gave in and crouched beside her. "You’re just smearing it, look."
Dylan shot him a look, "Just shut up and help me, loser." She grumbled. "No shit I'm smearing it! There's a lot of it." She said. "So, what are you gonna do about it?"
oliversolomon
"Hey, seen you around... your name's Oliver, right?"
"So, how are you adjusting?"
oliversolomon
