#daughtersofcharming

No Chibs in the club house, or the garage when she’d checked Just Ellie. Kerri lifted a hand, shyly ducking her head. “Just looking for my Da. You seen him around?”

“Ah’m doin’ this ta keep ya safe for fucks sake!” Kerrianne snaps before she grabs her sister by the other shoulder turning the girl to face her. “Ya think any good is gonna come of you pickin’ this fight Kenz? No it isn’ so calm t’fuck down before I drag you out of here.”

[text to: har-dly stable] :: you going to hate me forever? [text to: har-dly stable] :: because you know you can’t do that. [text to: har-dly stable] :: big brother status. [text to: har-dly stable] :: remember i was on your side initially [text to: har-dly stable] :: then you had to go be childish.

“Mom, I’m marrying her.” There was a finality to his tone that he’d inherited from the very woman in front of him. “And we’re being married in the church. And any children? Well, they’ll be our decision. I’m not going to fault the woman I love for being raised a different way than I was. It’s not like you and Da were traditional--a British solider, Ma?” Because Chibs had told him the story. “A British solider. Who you slept with before you were married. So you want to talk about me living in sin, but I’ve done worse things in my life than live with the woman I love.” 

“So, are you going to be the one to tell mom they were out of crazy straws, or me? Or should we make Gunner do it? I feel like she’ll cry less if he does it.” Because, why would they make her cry? It was strange, though, having matured past the point their own mother had. She wasn’t a bad mother, just a bit childish at times. Traumatic brain injury? Maybe. Though, Octavia still loved her parents. 

The festival was one of the many he wound up traveling to, the radio station emblazoned on the banner behind him. He had... three and a half minutes before there was a break in the music for him to invite the people to Taste of Charming for their annual school fundraiser. “Here to make a song request?”