Arvin Russell

"I know what my daddy did." [RP BLOG]

[thatrussellboy]

“What I'm about to do, I do because I have to, not because I want to.”

Independent and private portrayal of Arvin Russell.

Mature/dark themes based on the movie.

Semi-selective.

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Est. 01/21

[anavengernow]

Hi everyone! Long time, no see. I’ve been spending most of my time bantering on my Twitter accounts because life has just been hectic to say the least with work, college, and miscellaneous. With that said, I miss writing with you lovely people, so I am going to try and come back to pick up where I left off. I cannot promise consistent replies daily, but I am at least going to try to stay active because I really enjoy my time here. I just need to train myself not to get so overwhelmed, because that is my fault completely; no one else’s. 

If we had a storyline before, I plan to reply to it. However, if you no longer wish to continue, I completely understand! You have every right not to sit around and wait for me, and there is no hard feelings if the muse is gone. 

For those of you who still follow, thank you for being patient with me, and I look forward to interacting in the future. :)

[thatrussellboy]

hissecondchance

@thatrussellboy …

{My brows furrowed in confusion when I heard Arvin’s response about my dad. Strange how adamant he was that I didn’t tell my daddy about him. I’m not going to lie, that did raise a flag or two. Then again, this could just be a case of “daddy issues” of his own, or even just a bad history with father figures. Maybe his last girlfriend’s dad didn’t like him or something. Either way, my daddy wasn’t like that. Arvin seemed like a decent enough guy, so I saw no reason why my parents wouldn’t like him} If you don’t want me to give you a tour of the town, it’s okay, Arvin. There’s no pressure either way. I just get the sense you haven’t seen much of the town since you moved here. If you don’t care about that though, it’s okay. You can tell me no. {I smiled over at him, before a soft laugh elicited from my lips. Beginning to wonder if Arvin was making one excuse after another about my daddy simply as a means of politely declining my offer to give him a tour of the town. I wasn’t trying to pressure him in that. I just thought it was a nice gesture. Either way, I cleared my throat quietly when he gave me a suggestive cover story I could tell my daddy once I did make it home tonight} That’s fine…. If you don’t want me to tell my parents about you, I won’t. {I added in defeat. Arvin was adamant about it, so I saw no reason to try and convince him that it wouldn’t be an issue. He seemed to think incredibly lowly of himself, and no amount of convincing or compliments from me was seeming to change that} Fair enough. {I said casually in response to his cigarettes. It was his choice, and I had no intentions of voicing my opinion on it either way. Besides, he was an adult, so he was certainly old enough to make his own decisions about that} But yes, I would really like splitting a piece of chocolate pie with you, Arvin…. I feel I should warn you though, there’s a really good chance that it will be more like a seventy/thirty split. You know, me with the bigger half. {I added in amusement before another soft laugh left my lips} Like I said, I have issues when it comes to my chocolate cravings. {I playfully added before smiling over at him again} Yeah…. This way, and then it’s not far down on the right. {I casually responded; all the while gesturing with my fingers toward the direction I was referring to}

Arvin began to feel tension building in his neck, so he slowly tilted his head from one side to the other. His lips were sealed as he exhaled through flared nostrils.

“I ain’t got a problem with goin' with you. Just don’t want you to get in trouble‘s all.”

He would sound like a broken record if he told her again that father’s could probably sniff him out by now and know that he was one of those boys that they didn’t want their daughter’s around, and although Arvin had never so much as thought about what he would do if he was in a situation with a girl where he had to come face-to-face with her dad, he had his head screwed on enough to not mess with the older generation; they were just as crazy as he was in his old town.

The corners of his lips twitched before he formed a small smile, side-eyeing her when she mentioned the portion of the pie. “I ain’t got no issue with that. I might need to start watching what I eat anyway. My jeans ain’t wantin’ to zip sometimes.” He paused briefly. “Probably just a beer belly.”

Upon hearing her instructions, he made a sharp turn in the direction that she told him to. Without thinking, his arm flew straight out next to him and hit against her chest, stopping her upper body from lunging forward and her head slamming into his dashboard. It took him a few seconds to get the truck lined out on the straight and narrow road, but when he did, he realized that his arm was still against her. He looked at her with eyes wider than normal and quickly brought his arm back to him, his hand clenching his pant leg out of nervousness.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t want you flyin’ out.”

Now, he would watch the speed limit.

[thatrussellboy]

hissecondchance

@thatrussellboy …

{My brows furrowed in confusion as I heard Arvin question what my dad would say to me offering to give Arvin a tour of the small town. Not having the faintest idea why he thought my father would be opposed to an innocent gesture like that} Why would I get in trouble for giving you a tour of the town? It’s not like we are teaming up to rob a bank together, or something ridiculous like that. {A soft chuckle expelling from my lips as I smiled playfully over at him} My daddy will like you, Arvin. Especially when he hears how you came to my aid this evening at the restaurant. He would approve of me spending time with anyone that he knows would look out for me. {I got the sense that Arvin didn’t have the best of luck when it came to father figures approving of him. My parents weren’t like that though…. As long as they didn’t have a justifiable reason to dislike someone, then they gave everyone a fair chance. Arvin would be no exception to that} My parents are good people. They also see the good in people too, so you have nothing to worry about. {I added in reassurance, but felt a small smile shift to my lips when I saw Arvin toss his unfinished cigarette out the window. Assuming he did that for my benefit, which was sweet of him} That explains your cough. {I said through a smile. Not really for any reason in particular. You know, aside from the fact that I’ve been paying attention to him} We all have our vices though. For me, it’s chocolate. With all the chocolate I eat on a daily basis, it’s a wonder I’m not a diabetic by now. {Flashing him another soft smile as I spoke}

Arvin shrugged while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Just seems like your dad might know you’re missin’. S’not like country boys have the best reputation sometimes.”

He knew this all too well, because if one went by the book, he was one of those guys. His slate hadn’t exactly been cleaned, so he was still walking around with all of that extra baggage that haunted him daily. Even if no one in town ever found out, he would still be walking on eggshells as if they did.

Arvin shifted in his seat as he listened to her speak pretty highly of him. He didn’t crack a smile, nor did he look at her. He simply clenched his jaw at first as he searched for the words to say.

“Just don’t think you should mention me to him. I’m taking you straight home and not foolin’ around. He’d never have to know you didn’t walk it unless he comes out and finds me.”

Now, Arvin wasn’t afraid of a grown man; he was one himself, but he didn’t want people to be given the wrong impression of him. It could lead to trouble at his work, his home, and he’d be back at square one with nowhere to go. He had to tread carefully until he found some traction.

His brows knitted together when she brought up his cough.

“I don’t cough unless I inhale real big.” He paused, one hand coming off of the wheel to rest against the armrest on the door. “Besides, you could walk out of your house tomorrow and somethin’ could fall out of the sky and send you to the creator that way. I ain’t worried about my cigarettes.” 

Arvin had never had a girlfriend, but he was never lonely. He always had a pack of his go-to cigarettes, and that was all he could ask for. Those girls that he caught feelings for a long time ago turned out to be up to no good anyway, and he knew that a smoke sure wasn’t going to let him down the way they did.

His eyes finally shifted toward her when she talked about her love for chocolate. He didn’t get his hands on a lot of it growing up, but when he was blessed with the treat, he felt like the luckiest boy on the planet. Heck, his mouth was even watering in the present just thinking about it.

“You wanna split a piece of chocolate pie next time?”

As soon as the words slipped out, Arvin instantly regretted them. He almost felt angry with himself for saying such a thing, even with the best intentions. He didn’t want to get close to this girl and have to cut all ties because of how unlovable he truly was, and he didn’t deserve to bring a pretty, hard-working girl down with him.

Arvin’s jaw clenched as his attention returned to the road.

“This way?”

He questioned as he came to a fork in the road.

[all-the-crackships]

Tom Holland as Arvin in “The devil all the time”

[thatrussellboy]

hissecondchance

@thatrussellboy …

{A look of amusement tugged at the corners of my lips when I heard Arvin’s retort. If I didn’t know any better, it almost seemed as though he mood turned playful. A first that I’ve seen this lighter, joking manner of his since first meeting him a short time ago. I like it. Now if I could only get a smile out of him, I’d feel like I accomplished something great} Touche. {I aired out in equally playful retort; all the while the smile lingering on my lips. That smile only widened a bit though when it seemed Arvin eventually caved by putting his own seat belt on} See, now that wasn’t so difficult, right? {I gently teased in response. My eyes contentedly remained on him as I watched him shift into his pocket to retrieve a cigarette. Before long lighting it up and the smoke filling the air around us here in the truck} Well, there’s not much to see here in town, but if you ever want to see the little the town does have to offer, I could show you around. {I offered. Grant it, I had the sense that he really didn’t care, one way or another, what the town had to offer. That maybe he was only here for his job and nothing more. Still, I was trying to be thoughtful…. I wanted him to see that, although this town was small, it was a nice town nonetheless. I silently considered before ultimately shaking my head no in response to his question} No. I’ve never smoked. My uncle’s the town doctor, so I’m pretty sure he’d give me a hell of an ear-lashing if I ever did. {I added through a soft laugh; all the while my shoulders rolling into another casual shrug}

Arvin wasn’t much of a tourist, but he also wasn’t opposed to spending more time with the young blonde. His mind was being selfish, because like his grandma and grandpa back home, she would be much better off without him. He would tell her just that soon enough, but maybe just a little more time with her wouldn’t hurt.

“Your daddy won’t have somethin’ to say about that?” He arched a brow and shot her a glance. “Don’t want to risk you gettin’ in trouble.”

Men didn’t like Arvin, and that was especially true for fathers. He couldn’t blame them, especially for all the bad things they didn’t know about him. Even though he tried to do good, he was beginning to think that good wasn’t really in his blood.

Both brows shot up when she spoke of her uncle, and he suddenly felt a wave of guilt, both toward her and the smoking stick in his mouth. He didn’t want to give her anything secondhand, but he also didn’t want to waste his perfectly good cigarette. Even though she hadn’t asked him to put it out, he knew deep down that it was the right thing to do, because he remembered how his grandma would scold him in the middle of her coughing fit when he lit one around her.

Without putting any further thought into it and giving him time to change his mind, he took one last inhale before taking the stick out of his mouth and flicking it out of the small crack the window had made. He released the air slowly through his nostrils, savoring the feeling and enjoying the last cloud of smoke that he would have until he dropped her off.

“I ain’t went an hour without a cigarette since I was able to walk. Gotta sleep with a pack of ‘em.”

He was probably sharing too much at that point, but he figured it was best to go ahead and support why he would have the occasional coughing fit and smell like someone who had bathed in rancid smoke.  

[thatrussellboy]

hissecondchance

@thatrussellboy …

{I could tell Arvin was a man of /very few/ words by the way I seemed to ramble on incessantly, and barely received more than a couple of words from him in response. Leaving me to wonder if I talked too much. Now, don’t get me wrong, he didn’t seem to mind that I was a bit of a “Chatty Cathy,” as my dad always put it. It didn’t scare him away yet, so that was a good sign. Still, Arvin seemed like a real gentleman, so he could very well just be putting up with my overabundance of words simply to be nice. I guess time would tell on all of that} No, I would actually like that. Don’t feel you have to though. I mean, if something comes up, or you know, you have better things to do than to give a ride home to the chatty waitress from the restaurant, I completely understand. {I smiled over at him, but amusement tugged at the corners of my lips when he remarked on me forgetting to put on my seat belt. My brows furrowed slightly and my lips pursed a bit in thought as I noticed he wasn’t wearing one either. I found it a mixture of adorable and amusing that he was seemingly looking out for my safety; all the while overlooking his own at the same time} Oh yeah…. {I started to say in response as I tugged the seat belt from the base and brought it across my slender frame; fastening it once it was secured around me} Now, if I’m not mistaken, it would appear it’s your turn to do the same. {A soft, amused grin slowly tugging at the corners of my lips as I glanced over at him} Safety first, right? {I added through a lingering grin as he started the drive toward my house} So, how do you like the town so far? Glad you moved here, or is the jury still out on that assessment? {I asked as a means of making some casual conversation during the drive}

Arvin was a little hesitant to look over at her for fearing that she had gotten offended by his words, but when he heard her tugging on the seat belt to pull it over her body, he stole a peek and found her displaying a playful expression. He felt the corners of his own lips tug upward until he was wearing a small smirk of his own.

“My truck, my rules, darlin’.”

It was the first time that night that he had said something in a playful manner, and maybe even since he had gotten to Ohio. Arvin didn’t find himself joking like he used to, probably because Lenora was his best friend and the only person that he felt like he could share a laugh with. Since those days were gone, he didn’t find much enjoyment in anything.

He had zero intentions of putting his seat belt on, even after she had requested it, but he soon found himself shifting in his seat, leaning a little closer to her with one hand on the wheel as his other yanked on the belt. He released a hefty sigh as he heard the click, and he could honestly say that it was the first time since he had his truck that it had been worn.

Arvin’s free hand reached to dig around in his shirt pocket as she spoke, eyes never leaving the road as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips.

“S’alright.” The cigarette bobbed as he spoke. “Haven’t really spent enough time here to tell.”

Both hands left the wheel as he used one to spark the match, and the other to shield the small flame so that his cigarette could light. He took a small puff and shook the match in his hand, putting out the flame before tossing the small stick into the floorboard. He realized how cloudy the air was already becoming from the smoke, so he cranked the handle to the window and made sure it was cracked.

“You smoke?” 

[thatrussellboy]

hissecondchance

@thatrussellboy …

{Within a matter of moments after meeting Arvin, I could see he was really guarded. I guessed that it took a lot of sincere work and effort to gain his trust. Assuming, of course, that gaining his trust was even attainable. Not that there was necessarily anything wrong with that, because there was nothing wrong with being cautious. On the flip-side of the though, I could imagine putting up a protective wall to keep anyone and everyone at bay would be really lonely for him. Then again, he seemed pretty independent, so maybe he preferred it that way. This didn’t mean I wouldn’t try to pry away at that wall, so he’ll let me in. All in time, I would imagine. Besides, I was a tough one to shake, so unless he started avoiding the restaurant and going to the resort of completely keeping his distance from me altogether, he wouldn’t be shaking me anytime soon. In hearing his brief response about the limp I had commented on, I gave a slight nod in response} Just a limp? If you say so. {I aired out through a slight chuckle, then flashed him a soft smile as I continued at his pace toward his awaiting truck} Regardless, if need be, the doctor in town here is my uncle, so I can ask him to tend to whatever you need…. And you know, I’m glad to do what I can for you too. I’m not doctor, by any means, but I worked with my uncle at his clinic for a few years before returning to the restaurant full time, so I know a little something. {I added with a smile and a sheepish sort of shrug. I got the sense that Arvin wasn’t used to letting people look out for him. First with his bloodied hands and now his noticeable limp too. Maybe he thought it made him seem weak if he admitted that something was wrong. I don’t know. Obviously I didn’t see it that way, of course, but I know some guys felt like it was a wound to their pride if they had to admit that they needed help. To each their own, I suppose} My point is, we look out for each other in this town, so even though you seem to get by just fine on your own, don’t feel you have to, okay? {Again, I wasn’t trying to pry. Just my way of letting him know that he wasn’t alone. I silently justified as we reached his truck; waiting until he opened the passenger’s side door for me, so I could join him in the vehicle. Phew…. He definitely needed a women’s touch here in this truck. I’d have it tidied up for him in no time. The thought no sooner came to mind when I heard Arvin first apologize for the mess, and then followed up with a promise to clean it up before next time? Next time? So apparently I hadn’t annoyed him to the point of him not wanting anything to do with me again after tonight} Next time? You saying you’re offering to give me rides home from work in the future? {I flashed him a soft smile as I got situated in my seat. I pulled the passenger’s side door closed, then shifted slightly to the side, so I was facing Arvin} I might just take you up on that. {I aired out with a twinge of flirtation as I waited for him to start up the truck in preparation for us to leave} Take a right out of the parking lot, another right at the “T” in the road, and my house is a pinch down that road on the left. Pale yellow house with a white picket fence out front. Can’t miss it. {I added with a smile. Not that I expected Arvin to remember all of the directions I had just given him, but I figured this way he at least had an idea as to the direction he was heading in}

Arvin felt the truck wobble as she got inside. He wasn’t sure why the vehicle moved so freely at the slightest shift in weight, but it still drove and that’s what mattered. He took his cap off long enough to run a hand through his hair before placing it back on. He kept looking straight ahead as she spoke, fearing that if he looked her in the eyes he would start to get all bashful.

He furrowed his brows and cleared his throat, preparing a response to her asking about whether it was a one-time thing. 

“Don’t see why not. I go right by here every day anyway.” He paused, shifting in his seat as his hand found the gearshift. “Don’t have to if you don’t want, though.”

Her words sounded very promising, but Arvin knew just about as good as anyone that he couldn’t always take what people said to heart, especially a stranger. He hated to look at her that way since she seemed so nice and all, but he didn’t even know anything about her besides her name. Even so, giving a girl a ride home wouldn’t hurt.

He put the truck in drive as she gave him directions and he nodded once, showing that he understood. Not only did he feel like he was helping somebody out, but he was looking forward to seeing the place he called his new home. Arvin hadn’t had time to explore much, and when he did, he was either too tired or just didn’t feel like it. Even though the sun was going down and it was harder to see than in broad daylight, he still could make the images out, and he didn’t hate what he saw around him; it reminded him of being back at his real home.

He knew he was being too quiet, but he couldn’t help it. Arvin wasn’t much of a conversation starter, but with being in a new town and all, maybe he could change that a little. His eyes left the road just long enough to get a peek at her from the corner of his eye.

“You, uh...” He cleared his throat. “You forgot your seat belt.” 

That was probably a bit rich coming from him considering he never wore his, but just because he went around all reckless didn’t mean other people should.

[thatrussellboy]

montanamiracle

@thatrussellboy​ continued from x

“I won’t go in alone ever again. I promise.”  A smile pulls at her lips after she says the words.  He couldn’t stay mad forever.  And she’d do her very best to keep that promise.  The Reverend definitely made her nervous.  A chill always seemed to run down her spine anytime he was around her.  She wasn’t sure why that was, and she tried to push that out of her mind, but the way his hand laid on her lower back today….well there was just something wrong about it.  It was funny how no one else around town, aside from Arvin, thought so.  Well really it was funny in general how deeply this town held their religious beliefs…maybe that was why they went to a church twenty miles away.

Her smile only widened when he made eye contact with her, quickly opening the passenger door and slithered in.  She’d been in this truck a lot since moving to Coal Creek, but it would take a lifetime to get used to the smell inside of it.  However, there was a comfort that came with it now- security.

“Nope,” the brunette replied as she smoothed down her skirt.  “It’s so nice out.  I wanna go down to the creek and read or something.  You can just drop me off if you’ve got somewhere to be though.  I don’t want to keep you.”

Arvin situated himself in his seat as he stared straight ahead. Some people might call Arvin foolish for always keeping his eyes peeled and getting riled up over every little thing, but it was hard to tell what could go on in the small town. He was even more on edge since he’d made a new friend because he knew what went through boy’s heads, or at least he could imagine.

Although his eyes didn’t move, he was all ears on her as she spoke. He didn’t mind taking her wherever she wanted. He was used to driving around with Lenora, and he would much rather take her in his truck than have her get there on foot while she could have eyes potentially follow her. This gave him an uneasy feeling, so after clearing his throat, he spoke.

“Ain’t got a thing goin’ on. I’ll hang around if it’s alright.”

He didn’t want to be pushy, but he also didn’t want to sound so uninterested that she told him not to go. It was a little different with Lenora, being his sister and all, and he felt like he had a pass to hover over her a little to keep her safe.

He started the truck and put it in gear, his seat bouncing lightly as he began to drive. The truck wasn’t the smoothest thing he could imagine, but it got him to where he needed to be. He wasn’t one to be picky, because after being told what life could be like, Arvin felt like he had it all.

Even though Arvin tried to enjoy the scenery, he couldn’t stop thinking about that preacher. He tried to turn his head away from her to hide his angered expression, but not enough to take his eyes off of the road. He finally couldn’t take it anymore and had to ask what was on his mind.

“What did y’all talk about?” He paused before piping in again. “Not tryin’ to be nosy.”

Maybe that wasn’t all true. He wanted to make sure that preacher didn’t say something out of the way to Gwen, which would result in him having to pay the church a visit before Sunday morning.

[montanamiracle]

                                             “Oh my darling,                                                  It’s true.                                               Beautiful things                                                  Have dents,                                               And scratches too.”

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[thatrussellboy]

hissecondchance

@thatrussellboy …

{It took everything in me to not elicit a laugh when I saw Arvin’s reaction to me comparing him to my dad. In my defense, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. In a roundabout way, it was a compliment, because although I wasn’t all that keen on people telling me what to do, I knew it was met with the best of intentions. My dad always did his best to look out for me, and now Arvin was standing here with me outside of the restaurant seemingly trying to do the same. I know he had made up his mind on his stance that he wasn’t a good guy, but as far as I was concerned, everything about him said that couldn’t be further from the truth. He was one of the good ones. I could feel it in my gut…. Even if he didn’t believe it about himself} I suppose that’s a fair statement. This town doesn’t have too much crime… Hardly any, as far as I’m aware, but that’s no reason for me to get a little too confident and lower my guard, as a result. From here on out, I will see to it that I get a ride home from work. {Whether that meant phoning my daddy or my brother, nabbing a ride from my cousin or someone else I trusted in this town, or even getting another ride from Arvin, should he ever offer again} Well, that’s awfully kind of you, Arvin. Thank you. {I aired out in soft gratitude as he finished off his cigarette, then after putting it out with his boot, he lead the way to his truck. As he walked with a slight, yet noticeable limp, I was reminded of the limp I picked up on when Arvin first left the restaurant. Even though I knew it was none of my business, that didn’t stop me from parting my lips to ask} Did you hurt your leg or something, Arvin? I noticed you were limping earlier when you left the restaurant, and I see you are now too. {I nosily asked as we continued toward his truck. I did glance back briefly to see Brad was still unconscious in his own truck. For all of a second I considered phoning someone to drop by and pick him up, but in the end, I silently shrugged it off. Justifying that someone would find him out here when they left the restaurant, and they can tend to him from there. Besides, I didn’t want this to come back on Arvin in any way, so the sooner we left the scene here, the better the chances of Arvin’s name staying out of the squabble tonight. I thought to myself as my gaze shifted away from Brad’s truck and back to Arvin instead} Sorry if I’m prying…. One thing I’m not is shy. I tend to over talk and ask too many questions, so sorry in advance for that. {I added with a soft chuckle}

Arvin was satisfied after hearing her say that she’d be more careful. He knew where his trust issues stemmed from, and there was no talking him out of believing that most people had something to hide. People could call him whatever their hearts desired, but he didn’t see himself ever changing and letting his guard down.

He stayed facing in the direction of his truck when she brought up his limp. He couldn’t tell that he was walking any different, but maybe it was just one of those things that he was used to. He paused, considering paying her question no mind, but he didn’t want to come off as rude. He turned his head to one side in order for her to hear him more clearly.

“Just a limp. Won’t be the last one.”

He was a person who thought of injury as a sign of weakness; not on other people, just himself. He couldn’t let people know when his back ached so bad that he thought for sure it would snap in half, or when his head felt like someone was beating it. He just let it go.

He never responded to her apology. She didn’t have anything to apologize for as far as he was concerned because no one should be sorry for caring. Arvin wasn’t a verbal person when it came to that stuff, but looking back on his life, he wished he had been. 

Arvin reached the driver’s side door and glanced back at Kaitlyn. He pulled the handle and let himself inside, a soft grunt escaping as he settled into his seat. He looked over to the passenger’s seat and whispered a single curse word after seeing how messy it was. He began shoving empty cigarette packs in the floor, where a full six pack of his favorite beer laid in the floorboard. He had forgotten all about that, so that would be good for later. He leaned over toward the passenger’s side door and extended his arm until his hand reached the handle. He pulled it and pushed the door open for her.

“Sorry for the mess. I’ll clean it up before next time.”

There wasn’t much he could do about the cigarette smell and the oil stains on the seats, but he would try his best. He sat up straight and cleared his throat, eyes focusing straight ahead of him as he waited for her to join him.

[thatrussellboy]

hissecondchance

@thatrussellboy …

{I couldn’t help but to shoot Arvin a challenging look when he confessed that he didn’t think me tending to his hands was a good idea because “daddy’s don’t like him very much.” My brows furrowing slightly; all the while my head giving a brief shake} Well, I find that hard to believe. Especially after my daddy learns that you defended my honor tonight when Brad tried to manhandle me. To be clear, my daddy doesn’t take kindly to Brad, so I can guarantee he’ll take a shine to anyone who puts Brad in his place. Even more so when it’s at the defense of his little girl. {I flashed Arvin a smile, but it faded a bit when he remarked on what could have happened had he not been here tonight. I didn’t really like being told what to do; deliberately or otherwise, but even I couldn’t deny that Arvin made a fair point. I also knew my daddy wouldn’t take too kindly to learning that I had intended to walk home by myself tonight, instead of phoning him like I had been instructed to} Now you sound like my daddy. He’d have my hide if he knew I tried to walk home by myself. Especially given my torrid history with Brad. {I aired out in casual confession; all the while my eyes glancing over instinctively toward Brad. My head shaking slightly in seeing him still out cold. Oh well, serves him right for thinking he could put his hands all over me like that. I was admittedly caught off guard though when Arvin offered to drive me home himself. All this talk about me needing to be more cautious when it came to boys of the sinister nature, so I figured Arvin offering to drive me home himself would be the last thing on his mind. Leading me to wonder briefly if this was his way of testing me. Oh well, test or not, I’d take my chances with Arvin. Yes, he was a stranger for all intents and purposes, but he did come to my aid tonight against Brad. He also seemed quite adamant about me being more sensible about my own safety. Besides, stranger or not, I felt oddly safe with Arvin. All things considered, my head ultimately bobbed into an agreeable nod} You sure? You’ve already done so much for me tonight….. I wouldn’t want to put you out or anything? {My house isn’t far down the road, but at the same point, I assumed Arvin was likely tired after a long day at work, so he was probably itching to get himself to bed}

As she talked about her dad, Arvin’s attention went to the rock on the ground, which he soon started kicking. He wasn’t sure what it was about fathers, but they had some sort of instinct telling them that they didn’t want Arvin near their daughters. He wasn’t a bad person, but he guessed he didn’t do much to impress them either.

Arvin’s brow raised as he looked back at her, cigarette hanging from his lips so loose that he would drop it right out if he wasn’t experienced. He reminded her of her dad? Great. He had known the woman for roughly an hour and he was already put into the wrong category. Still, her dad didn’t seem like a bad feller from what he could tell.

“Sounds like he knows what he’s talkin’ ‘bout. This place is different than where I’m from, but ain’t no place good all the time.”

His eyes left hers yet again as he grabbed the cigarette from his lips and let it smoke at his side. He studied the sky and how there were about three stars, and he couldn’t help but think of his sister. She would always go behind that daggone school after he told her plainly not to, resulting in Arvin having to take care of her business. He didn’t mind at all, but he just wished she would have listened to him when it came to judging people, especially that preacher.

He could feel the heat rising in him as his eyes slammed shut. He didn’t know if he was more mad at the preacher or himself. If he wouldn’t have left Lenora alone that day, he would still be in Knockemstiff with his family and the one person who understood everything about him. Lenora didn’t always like his ways, but she knew everything about him. He knew he’d never find anyone like that again.

His eyes opened as his attention was brought back to Kaitlyn. It sounded like she was about to accept his offer after she got past the whole thing of being too nice and not wanting to put anyone out. His grandma used to do that a lot and would barely accept help, but he knew that she would be proud of him for helping out a young woman who needed it.

“Ain’t no trouble. Think I’d sleep better tonight knowin’ you were home safe.”

He brought the cigarette to his lips and took one last long drag before throwing it on the ground. As the smoke fled his nostrils, he placed his boot over the cigarette to put it out and ran a hand over his cap. He turned around to lead the way to his truck, hoping he was past convincing her to let him do his last good deed for the day. 

[justmorerpmemes]

Soft & Sassy Starters

“Big toughies need cuddles too.”

“I see you’ve gone to bed… and that I am the bed.”

“Yeah yeah, big strong warrior don’t need snuggles- uh-huh.”

“Well this was my spot and you just happened to be part of it.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your terrifying reputation in tact.”

“… absolute moron, what would you do without me?”

“You know what happens if you tell my secrets to the world.”

“Oh wow, I didn’t know grumpy expressions fed directly into cute.”

“Looks like I’ve got a backlogs of ‘I love you’ reminders to get through.”

“Think you’re gonna get away with this assault of hugs? I think not.”

“Could just admit you’re a sweetheart and get this facade over with.”

“Stoic and stalwart, I don’t need affection. I said ‘need’ not ‘want’. Different words.”

“Let me out of bed. I’ll fight you from the blankets.”

“I’m letting you pat my head for your benefit, not mine.”

“Can’t handle a hug? A tickle? Not at all?”

“Ulterior motives? We can’t do nice things for each other? I don’t blame you I am pretty suspicious.”

“I feel like we should be complaining about something petty while I brush your hair.”

“Diagnosis: you need to be squished.”

“If you’re so tough, get out of my arms lock. No, not a hug, an arms lock.”

“And the face cracked to reveal a hint of a smile. The legends were true!”

“Oh. Didn’t you get the memo? This is my favourite spot.”

“Hair looked a little too neat so

“Being adorable and being fierce and deadly are not mutually exclusive.”

“I’ve heard about sweet to sour, but not sour to sweet.”

[montanamiracle]

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

@thatrussellboy

“I’m sorry,” the brunette replied, her eyes now incredibly interested at her shoes as they walked towards Arvin’s car.  “But I didn’t even have a choice this time, I swear it!  That preacher is giving my daddy a large donation for bringing the diner all the way down here- and well you know how it is Arvin, money gravitates towards other money.  So my mom wanted me to take him lunch, and do you know the fit she would throw if I told her no?  She’d stop paying for my hair- well no, she wouldn’t, but you understand what I mean!”

She stopped when they neared the car.  He’d been one of the only people around here that didn’t seem interested in her family’s money.  One of the only people she actually confided in ever since they moved to this small town, and the last thing she wanted to do was get herself in any sort of trouble or make her friend worry.

“I promise if I ever have to go back to that church I’ll take you with me.  Fair?”

[thatrussellboy]

Arvin clenched his jaw the whole time she talked. He was surprised that he didn’t crack a tooth from the amount of pressure he was putting on his teeth. He got used to her doing her own thing a lot of the time, and he would normally mind his business, but he couldn’t just sit back and let her put herself in danger.

“And I’d throw a fit if somethin’ happened to you. That preacher ain’t no good.”

He spoke casually, but on the inside, he was fuming. He absolutely hated when Lenora would go to the preacher for any sort of advice because Arvin believed that he could see what others couldn’t. That man gave him a weird feeling since day one, and it was something he just couldn’t shake.

“Ain’t no money worth you gettin’ hurt.”

He knew how he sounded a lot of the time. He didn’t want to be seen as the friend that always told her what to do, but he had been watching over Lenora for so long that he couldn’t help himself. He felt like a lot of people took advantage of Gwen because of her money, but Arvin couldn’t care less whether she lived in a mansion or a cardboard box.

Arvin sighed as he hung his head low, his body eventually leaning on the side of his truck when they approached it. He looked up at Gwen from underneath his cap as his nostrils flared. He wasn’t much for making deals these days, but he eventually nodded.

“Doesn’t have to be me, just don’t go alone.”

He didn’t want to scare her per say, but he also wanted her to be on high alert when it came to people in the town. Arvin might not always be around to protect her, so he needed her to see for herself.

Arvin didn’t spend too much time on the matter and pushed himself off of the side of the truck with his hand. He walked behind the truck and approached the driver’s side, eyes meeting Gwen’s for a moment before climbing in. The vehicle smelled of cigarette smoke and gasoline, and to a normal nose, it probably wasn’t the most pleasant. Arvin, though, was used to it.

“Am I takin’ you home?”

[thatrussellboy]

hissecondchance

@thatrussellboy …

{Although fights didn’t take place all that often in this small town, they had been known to creep up every now and then. Usually Brad and his idiot, adolescent friends were somehow involved when they did occur; where being on the giving on receiving end of those fights, since it was usually fifty-fifty. Him and his idiotic drunken brawls. Hence why I tended to make it a point to leave the restaurant before Brad showed up for the night to drown himself with even more liquor than he didn’t need. Tonight I had lost track of time since I found myself awfully curious about Arvin. I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from the restaurant, and as a result, Brad arrived before I had the chance to make my timely exit. All that aside though, this fight was different…. Arvin was so focused and determined. He didn’t so much as shutter in his actions. One confident jab and wallop after another. Like it came naturally to him that he just got lost in what he felt needed to be done. Clearly Arvin had experience with this sort of thing. Case and point too in how passive he was about his hands. The blood didn’t so much as phase him, which was both concerning and curious all at the same time} Is that so? Well, my house isn’t far, so we could get the blood washed from your hands and then I could take a look at them, if you want? I mean, it’s the least I can do for you defending my honor and all. {I offered with a sheepish sort of smile, but my shoulders rolled into a casual shrug when I heard his follow up remark cautioning me that I shouldn’t be out here alone} Ordinarily, my daddy picks me up from work and takes me home, but it’s a nice night, so I fancied a walk. I normally do quite fine at holding my own, should the need arise, so I wasn’t deterred from my plans of a walk this evening. As far as that drunken idiot goes, his name is Brad. He’s lived in this town for as long as I have. We go way back…. {My lips pursing slightly before nonchalantly adding} We once dated, but that’s well in the past, and as you can see, he is reluctant to accept it. {I added casually. Of course there was more to this story, but I didn’t want to bore Arvin with details of my torrid history with Brad} Even so, I normally leave here before Brad arrives to avoid all of this, but tonight I willingly lingered in the restaurant later than usual. {Obviously it was due to the fact that I was a bit smitten with Arvin, so I couldn’t find the willpower to pull myself away from him while he was dining inside. I’d leave that thought to myself for the time being though}

Arvin felt himself become less tense as time went on, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t ready to let someone have it. He could only think of one thing that would help him simmer down further, so as she spoke, he reached into his front pocket for the second time in the last five minutes to grab another cigarette and his lighter. He placed the tip between his lips and cupped a hand around the cigarette to shield it from the wind as it lit. His eyes met hers as he slipped his lighter back into his pocket. He stared for a moment, studying her expression and really taking in what she had offered. The corners of his lips twitched as he threatened to smile, but before he could, he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke through his nostrils.

“Don’t think that’s a good idea. Daddy’s don’t like me very much.”

He held the small stick between his index finger and thumb and pulled it out from his lips. His eyes fell to the ground as he stood in place in front of the unconscious man like nothing had happened. He felt his heart race a little as he pictured this Brad guy doing what he did just minutes ago.

“What do you think would have happened if I wasn’t here? You all by your lonesome with that-”

He cut himself off as he pointed toward the man, who was still out cold. Arvin was always taught to watch his mouth around women, but it was proving to be very hard for him. 

His eyes found hers once again as he took in a deep breath, but before he could fill his lungs, he had a small coughing fit. Dang cigarettes.

“Don’t think you should walk no more is what I’m sayin’. They could snatch you up and you’d be gone without anyone knowin’.”

He brought his cigarette back to his lips for a shorter puff this time, but he still made the most of it as he blew the smoke into the air. Don’t think he didn’t catch the part about her saying she stayed longer than her normal shift. He didn’t want to linger on that much because he didn’t want to get his hopes up with the wrong idea.

“I can drive you home. Ain’t got nowhere to be.”

His offer not only meant for that night, but any night she needed. All he did was come home from work and go to bed, so having a little something extra after his shift wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to sit next to the pretty girl.

[thatrussellboy]

hissecondchance

@thatrussellboy …

{It all happened so quickly. One moment I was whacking my purse across the back of Brad’s head, and slamming the heel of my boot down hard onto the top of his foot, and in the next instance, a figure came into view to physically intervene. My eyes widening in a look of actual shock when they locked onto to Arvin; watching him slam Brad into a brick wall, before giving him a few wallops and jabs with his fists. Not long had passed before Brad was rendered seemingly unconscious, and Arvin in turn threw Brad into the driver’s seat of his truck. At first, I didn’t speak. I couldn’t move, or so much as form words. What the hell had just happened here? The events playing out quickly through my mind once more. I was in disbelief as to what I had just witnessed, I guess you could say. Arvin seemed so quiet and shy inside the restaurant, but now I was seeing a completely different side of him. I could tell by how instinctively he reacted to Brad manhandling me that this wasn’t Arvin’s first fight. My head told me I should be afraid of him. That I should turn and go back inside the restaurant and phone my daddy to come and pick me up; all the while keeping my distance from Arvin. Oddly though, I wasn’t afraid of him…. Not even a little bit. Sure, he gave Brad one hell of a beating, but how could I be upset with Arvin when, one, he was protecting me by doing so, and two, Brad brought it on himself. His hands shouldn’t have been on me in the first place, so one could hope that he learned his lesson by tonight’s result. I silently justified as I looked from Brad’s truck and back to Arvin when he finally addressed me} I am…. Seems it’s lucky for me that you lingered here in the parking lot for a bit before leaving here tonight. {My eyes lingered on him as he stood a noticeable distance from me while we spoke. Leading me to wonder if he was keeping his distance because he thought I would feel more comfortable that way. Wanting to nip that thought right in the bud, I took the initiative to take a couple of short steps toward him. My intention meaning to convey that I wasn’t afraid to be near him. Maybe I should be, or at the very least, elicit some sense of cautiousness around him, but I saw no reason to do so. My eyes watching his closely as I heard his breathing beginning to calm from the heaviness it had been just a few seconds ago. He also stopped shaking, so the adrenaline rush he had been experiencing during the fight appeared to subside his well. My eyes narrowed slightly in concern though when I noticed the blood covering his hands that he currently kept in a fisted position} Are you hurt? Your hands, I mean…. Is that your blood, or….? {I trailed off as I gave a nod toward his hands; all the while taking another couple of steps toward him, so I could close off the distance we once had placed between us. My first reactive instinctive would be to take his hands and investigate the damage for myself further, but Arvin seemed like the guarded sort, so I decided it would be best to wait for some sign of approval before I was to act on a thought like that}

Arvin watched as the girl stared back at him, but it wasn’t with the same look she had before. He could sense the fear radiating from her, which made him feel like he ruined his reputation before he even started building it up again. He couldn’t help it. Sometimes he got so mad and just had to give people what was coming to them. It’s not like he let loose on people who didn’t deserve it, so what was he feeling all guilty for?

He stood frozen as she eventually walked toward him. He couldn’t decide if he was happy that she didn’t seem so frightened that she couldn’t move or if he wished she would just stay away from him period. She didn’t seem like a girl who had seen a bunch of fights, and Arvin knew he sure couldn’t live up to that innocence that she conveyed. 

His eyes fell to one of his fists when she mentioned his knuckles. The whole scene looked a lot worse than it actually was, and he couldn’t even be sure that what she was looking at was his blood. Arvin became numb to physical pain a long time ago, so it was often hard for him to know when to stop until his body had suffered enough damage.

“‘M fine.”

His eyes drifted from his hand, but they didn’t meet hers right away. Instead, they danced along the pavement, in search of something - anything - to focus on. What actually caught his attention was her feet as she moved toward him. That was when he loosened his fist and began slowly flexing his fingers, which ached because of how hard he was clenching his fists. He never turned fully toward her, but he turned his head and allowed his eyes to crawl a little further up on her body as he spoke, still avoiding her gaze.

“Shouldn’t be out here alone. Guys like that’re everywhere.”

There was a chance that she wouldn’t appreciate him trying to tell her what she should and shouldn’t do, but he only said it because he was used to telling the same to his Lenora whenever she got herself into trouble.

[thatrussellboy]

hissecondchance

@thatrussellboy …

{I gave a nod of reassurance when I saw the skeptical look he shot me when I told him his meal was on the house. I guessed he wasn’t used to people doing nice things for him, without expecting anything in return. Okay, so it wasn’t entirely an innocent gesture on my part either, since I hoped by doing so, it would prompt him to return to the restaurant at some point soon. Either that, or I just scared him off, so I’d never see him again. Time would tell on that, I suppose. After requesting he hang tight for a minute though, I went to the back kitchen area, so I could pack up some of the unserveable food for Arvin’s stray dog. Finding myself giving another nod, while a warm smile drifted to my lips as I slid the bag toward him across the counter} It’s my pleasure. I look forward to seeing you in here again very soon, Arvin. I mean it…. Don’t be a stranger. {I genuinely added as I watched him shift up onto his feet. Offering him another soft smile though when I saw him place money down onto the counter top. My head shaking slightly, while the smile lingered on my lips} This really isn’t necessary, but thank you all the same. {I aired out in gratitude as I watched him shifting to leave the restaurant. My brows furrowing slightly as I noticed he appeared to be limping a bit as he started toward the door. Wondering if he had injured his leg or something at some point recently, or for that matter, if it was anything serious enough that he should have it looked at by the town doctor. He left though, so there was no real opportunity for me to question him on it, nor was it really my business to do so either, I suppose. Even in knowing that though, I saw no harm in showing a little bit of concern for someone, and had already made up my mind that I would for Arvin as well, should the opportunity arise at some point…. Especially since Arvin seemed like he could use a bit of kindness and care in his life. Again, I silently reminded myself not to overstep, and let matters be for now.

Once Arvin left the restaurant and was now out of sight, I informed my cousin that I was going to take my leave for the evening, before retreating to the back to grab my purse from my locker. After offering up a few more good bye’s to some of our frequent customers as well as the cooking staff, I took my leave from the restaurant. No sooner outside when I saw my ex-boyfriend pull up in his old Chevy truck. My eyes shifting into a roll when I saw the smirk shift to his lips when he met eyes with me. Great. I should have gone out the back instead. I silently thought to myself in regret. Judging by the fact that he was stumbling out of his truck, I already knew he was fairly heavily intoxicated. Meaning the last thing he needed was to go inside and have even more to drink. Honestly, I heard he came in later in the evening each day already drunk, and then usually ended up causing some kind of scene inside before one of the regulars or someone from the kitchen crew tossed him out. Hence why I usually made it a point to leave before this point in time, so I didn’t have to face him} “Well, well, do my eyes deceive me or is that pretty little flower there the woman who stole my heart and refuses to give it back?” {He spoke with enough of a slur to confirm that my original suspicions were true. He’s drunk. My head shook while my eyes shifted to another roll} Like I told you years ago, Brad, you can take it back at any point, because I don’t want it. I didn’t miss these drunken escapades of yours, and I see nothing has changed. Maybe you should go inside and get some coffee. Sober up a bit and then go home. {Apparently he was just ignoring everything I was saying, because he no sooner approached me, but threw his arms around my waist in the process and forced me flush to him} Get your damn hands off of me, Brad! I mean it! Get off of me! {I yelled out; all the while trying to pull away from him and out of his grasp. It wasn’t the first time I’ve experienced him drunk and clingy, and I dare say, it probably won’t be the last either. Still, if he knew what was good for him, he’d take his hands off of me. Otherwise, if one of the regulars sees him, they’ll give him hell, to say the least. Worse for him yet if my daddy pulls up and finds him man-handling me. He didn’t heed my words, so it prompted me to first slam my cowboy boot heel down on his foot as hard as I could, and then I smacked him in the back of his head with my purse} I told you to get your damn hands off of me! {I yelled out, but judging by the profanities that flew out of his mouth, and his arms immediately releasing from around me, so he could grab at his foot instead, I knew that did the trick. For now at least. Now I just needed to decide how to proceed from here. I wanted to go back home, but I knew Brad was angry as a hornet now, so he’d undoubtedly come after me if I tried to run. Leaving me thinking maybe my best bet was just running back into the restaurant, and calling my daddy for a ride after all}

Arvin's jaw clenched as he stared down at his work boots while he walked. Part of him wanted to stay there a little longer, but he knew that he would just end up making a fool out of himself somehow. He didn’t want to let himself become all flustered by some pretty girl that had probably already forgotten about him, so he traveled to other places in his mind as he approached his truck. He thought about how the dog was probably waiting on him at home, and he definitely wouldn’t be disappointed with the homecooked meal he was about to get. 

He swung the driver’s door open and grunted as he sat down, seat squeaking underneath him as he adjusted himself. He released a heavy breath as he dug into the front pocket of his shirt for the only things that kept him going most of the time, which could also be the reason he coughed almost nonstop while trying to sleep. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it before taking a long drag. He let the smoke seep through his nostrils as he stared out through his windshield, leg bouncing absentmindedly. He saw a few drops of water hit the windshield, but what really caught his attention was the familiar blonde when she left the restaurant. So much for forgetting about her, he thought.

He shifted in his seat, causing a louder string of noises that suggested maybe his seat wasn’t in the best shape anymore, but he was just satisfied to have something to ride in if he had to sit in the floorboard. With his cigarette smoking in one hand, he tried to study her, but a truck pulled up and got right in his way. It was probably for the best, because now Arvin was just being creepy, which made him want to smack himself upside the head for acting so foolish. 

He placed his cigarette between his lips before wiggling the gearshift. It took a minute, but it finally went in drive, leaving him to pull out of his spot. He slammed on the brakes just seconds later as he stared ahead with furrowed brows. There was some guy tripping over his own two feet, and he seemed to know the pretty lady Arvin had just been talking to. His immediate thought was that she lied to him about having someone at home, because he seemed to be getting pretty close to her. He wasn’t close enough to see the disapproval written across her face, but when he saw her begin to struggle, his eyes grew wide enough to pop out of his head.

Arvin was known for patience and perfect timing, but some things weren’t worth waiting for. He didn’t even have much time to consider it before he was out of his truck and making his way toward the scene, heavy boots thudding on the sidewalk as he kept his pace up. He missed the part where the young lady let him have it with her purse, because all he could see was red. It was a color that made him think of fighting and evil, and truth be told, he hadn’t seen it since Knockemstiff all those months ago.

The man was hunched over in pain, but when Arvin got to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, he stood straight up. Arvin could have sworn he snapped something in the man as the brick wall made contact with his back, but then again, he couldn’t really hear much cracking since curse words came flying out of his mouth. He couldn’t control his mouth, just like he couldn’t control his two hands that often got him into trouble. However, when he noticed that the man’s head had started hanging over, he knew that he had knocked him out and going further wouldn’t benefit him much at that point. He lifted him by his collar, but instead of slamming him against a hard surface again, he threw him in the front seat of his truck with his boots hanging out the door. 

Arvin's cigarette remained in his mouth through the whole thing up until he started shaking and breathing heavy. He looked down at the fallen cigarette and blinked rapidly, trying to wash away the lightheadedness from his breathing. He balled his hands into fists, and until he got home to get a better look at his knuckles, he wouldn’t be sure whether the blood was his or from the man’s nose.

His brows remained knitted impossibly tight, but he at least stopped breathing so heavily that he needed his mouth. Instead, his nostrils flared as he turned toward the young waitress. He simply stared at her for a moment, eyes roaming her body to make sure that she wasn’t harmed, and if she was, things would have ended a lot differently. His eyes eventually lifted to meet hers, and he was sure to keep his distance as he spoke; he was sure that she was afraid of him now.

“You alright, miss?”

He tried to make his voice soft, but that just wasn’t in him. He still had the same harshness as he did when he was cursing at that man, which he was sure that the young lady had unfortunately been a witness to.