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2p!America X Reader-You owe me Ch.1
You were taking the bus home. You came from your friend’s house. Mr. Kirkland assigned your class to an English essay. You guess it took a long time, looking out the window. It was a starry night. Wendy had offered to drive you home, but you declined.
“Hey lady.”This man walked up to you.
By the looks of it he was in his mid thirties. Obviously he had too much to drink. The man creeped you out. You soon regretted not taking up Wendy’s offer.
“I bet you want to have a fun time with me.”He said getting closer.
He reeked of beer. This other man showed up. He was also drunk. He was in his late forties.The man pulled at your skirt. You slapped him in the face and yelled out a strong and firm,” NO!!!”
“Come on babe, I don’t bite.”
You looked to the bus driver. It was a woman and by the looks of it, she was too scared to do anything. Then the bus stopped. It was your chance and you ran out, thanking her. It wasn’t over yet. The drunkards got out of the bus stumbling after you.
‘Why won’t they quit!?Did I have to wear a skirt today!?’You yelled at yourself.
You ran as much as you could. Then you stopped to hear punching sounds. You panted from the run. Hopefully you were saved. You turned around to see this man beating up the two drunk men. He had brown reddish hair with a cowlick, tan skin, sunglasses, a bomber jacket with a white shirt under. Around his neck were dog tags, he had ripped jeans and red sneakers to complete his look.
All in all he was sexy hot. Once he finished beating them with a horrifying bat, with nails all over it, he turned to you. There was silence for awhile before he walked over to you.
“You alright, Dollface?”He asked.
You nodded your head slowly. Still shocked that someone would save you.
“If you can’t say a word, you’re not okay.”
“I-I am. It’s j-just I’m in a s-state of shock. I don’t even know you and you saved me!”You smiled at your hero.
“Don’t go off thinking I’m some kind of hero and sh*t.”He said.
“A-alright.”You said getting nervous.
“My name’s Allen Jones. Just call me Al.”Al said.
“I’m (F/n) (L/N).”You replied.”Thank you. Thank you so much Al!”
“You’re welcome Doll, but let me just say, you owe me.”
You were taking the bus home. You came from your friend’s house. Mr. Kirkland assigned your class to an English essay. You guess it took a long time, looking out the window. It was a starry night. Wendy had offered to drive you home, but you declined.
“Hey lady.”This man walked up to you.
By the looks of it he was in his mid thirties. Obviously he had too much to drink. The man creeped you out. You soon regretted not taking up Wendy’s offer.
“I bet you want to have a fun time with me.”He said getting closer.
He reeked of beer. This other man showed up. He was also drunk. He was in his late forties.The man pulled at your skirt. You slapped him in the face and yelled out a strong and firm,” NO!!!”
“Come on babe, I don’t bite.”
You looked to the bus driver. It was a woman and by the looks of it, she was too scared to do anything. Then the bus stopped. It was your chance and you ran out, thanking her. It wasn’t over yet. The drunkards got out of the bus stumbling after you.
‘Why won’t they quit!?Did I have to wear a skirt today!?’You yelled at yourself.
You ran as much as you could. Then you stopped to hear punching sounds. You panted from the run. Hopefully you were saved. You turned around to see this man beating up the two drunk men. He had brown reddish hair with a cowlick, tan skin, sunglasses, a bomber jacket with a white shirt under. Around his neck were dog tags, he had ripped jeans and red sneakers to complete his look.
All in all he was sexy hot. Once he finished beating them with a horrifying bat, with nails all over it, he turned to you. There was silence for awhile before he walked over to you.
“You alright, Dollface?”He asked.
You nodded your head slowly. Still shocked that someone would save you.
“If you can’t say a word, you’re not okay.”
“I-I am. It’s j-just I’m in a s-state of shock. I don’t even know you and you saved me!”You smiled at your hero.
“Don’t go off thinking I’m some kind of hero and sh*t.”He said.
“A-alright.”You said getting nervous.
“My name’s Allen Jones. Just call me Al.”Al said.
“I’m (F/n) (L/N).”You replied.”Thank you. Thank you so much Al!”
“You’re welcome Doll, but let me just say, you owe me.”
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Hoping to make chapter two and not be a lazy writer.
I don't 2p America.
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I don't 2p America.
Ch 1:Here~
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I imagine America to sound like Scout from Team fortress