If He’s Got a Problem with You, He’s Got a Problem With Me.
TW: suggestion of domestic abuse, fighting, Wayne🤣💋 I do own the photo or the characters except the OC.❤️🎀 Enjoy!
She didn’t know where to go. She hadn’t known who to go to. Hiccups catch in her throat as another sob racks her small frame. Only back in letterkenny for an hour, her home town, the place she always ran when her heart was broken. This time it wasn’t just broken, she was scared.
Taking a deep breath, she raises her hand, and gives a soft rap on the door. Gnawing on her lip, she reaches up to knock again and the door cracks open a little and Katy’s sleepy face greets her with shock.
“Finna?” She asks softly, her voice a hoarse whisper. Clearing her throat she opens the door and waves her in.
“Hi, Katy.” She sniffles, tipping her head down and swiping her tears.
“You okay?”
“No.” She whimpers. Soft footfalls hit the stairs behind her and she turns to see Wayne standing at the foot of the stairs in his pajamas. He flips on the hall light and sees her face wet and puffy.
“Guppy, how are ya now?” He coos.
“Bad, ‘n you?” She hiccups.
“Well not so bad. Good to see ya, but not like this.” He babbles, pulling out a chair and offering her a seat.
“I’m sorry to wake you guys up. It’s just— I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” She whispers, glancing at Katy.
She and Katy had been best friends for their whole lives, and she always had a soft spot for Wayne. He was kind to her, and he always told her how nice she looked. There was a point in time when she doted on Wayne, when he the most handsome boy in Letterkenny to her. She and Katy were about three years younger than him, but she crushed hard on high school Wayne.
“Get her some blankets, Katy. She sleeps here tonight. I’ll deal with the rest of this tomorrow.” He announces, scooting away from the table heading to bed.
She and Wayne are the first two up.
“Morning, Guppy.” He smiles, hooking an arm around her shoulders.
“Morning, Wayne.” She replies, smiling slightly up at him as he looks down at her.
“You know if he’s got a problem with you he’s got a problem with me, and I suggest he lets that one marinate.” He threatens, his eyes searching hers for something and he finds something so soft and sad in hers. A couple of loud bangs echo from the front door and she screeches in fear, burrowing into Wayne’s strong arms. He hugs her tight to himself.
“I think he followed me.” She whispers, her voice quivering with every word. He holds her at arm’s length and gives her a gentle smile.
“I’ll be right back, yeah?” He assures, patting her shoulders. He goes to the door, opens it, and finds a scrawny man, gangly and rather ugly.
“Go away, Jared!” She cries, shoving at his chest.
“No! Who’s this guy?”
“What’s it matter?” She shouts back, shoving him again as he steps closer to Wayne.
“We get into one disagreement and you run to some other guy’s house?” He tells in her face. He reaches for her, his hand gripping her shoulder like a vice. A small whimper escapes her. She steels herself for the slap that follows, but it never does. When she opens her eyes, Wayne’s hand is around his throat, constricting his airway. Drawing back a heavy fist, Wayne hits him so hard the man drops to wooden porch with a low thud.
“We don’t hit pretty girls.” Wayne nips at the unconscious man, toeing him with his boot. “That wasn’t even a fight.” He laughs, “Let’s go get breakfast.” He offers, hooking his arm around her shoulders once more and heading inside.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” She asks, looking up at him for a moment. His cheeks turn a light shade of pink.
“I—“ she stops their walking. Wayne looks down at her, his eyes flick to her lips and he shifts from foot to foot. “Yeah. I think you’re really pretty, Guppy. And you deserve the whole world.” He offers, looking a his boots. When he glance at her, she’s dazing right back at him and he dips down, kissing her soft pink lips.
