don’t worry, I’m coming back to the other storyline with all of the mc!sonny angst. but first, let’s have some mc!bbs in high school angst, eh?
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Sonny set his cup in the cup holder between you down hard with a huff and you paused in where you were talking excitedly about your future roommate. He was looking out the front windshield moodily and you frowned a bit to yourself. He had been quieter than usual for the past several weeks after Nick had decided to prospect for Guardianes de la Muerte. They had both known it was a possibility every since Samuel had become his stepfather and Nick was being drawn further into the MC life. Both of your fathers were wary of Samuel and avoided the Guardianes as much as possible, more a tentative truce than anything. The fact remained that the two clubs were not friends, though, and Nick prospecting had essentially put a nail in the coffin of Nick and Sonny’s friendship.
“Thinking about Nick?” you asked gently as you reached out to lace his fingers with yours. He had finished his burger long before you and had been more or less broody throughout the entire mostly one-sided conversation.
“Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?” Sonny asked abruptly as he pulled his hand from yours. You spluttered and tried to string words together, but he kept going. “First Nick and now you? You know I’m excited for you to go off to school—I am. You’re going to do so well. But how do you think it feels to be the one left behind?” he asked angrily and you bit your lip.
“I’m sorry, Sonny,” you said sincerely, reaching out for his arm again. He tensed, but didn’t pull away as you repeated yourself. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I wish you would have considered coming with me. There’s a great trade school not even twenty minutes away from the university. You could have—” you started and he cut you off with an angry shake of his head.
“I have to stay here, you know that. I’m my father’s only son and our parents are getting old. Something happens and I need to be around for the club,” he interjected with a set jaw. He was looking out the windshield again, avoiding your eyes and you traced his profile in your mind.
“Do you want me to stay?” you asked after a minute, tightening your grip on him and leaning over the console to get closer to him. He resisted for a minute before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side awkwardly, pressing a rough kiss to the top of your head.
“No, I want you to go to school. You’ll be miserable if I ask you to stay and I want you to be happy. I just wish you could be happy here with me,” he muttered and your heart clenched and you untangled from him slightly. Gripping his face in both of your hands you pulled him in nose to nose with you.
“I am happy with you, Dominick,” you said fiercely and he softened slightly and tried to pull away. “No, stop,” you refused to loosen your grip on him, peering into his eyes. “I am happy with you. I’m so happy. I’m trying to focus on all of the things I’m excited about because when I think about leaving and not having you with me I can’t breathe. I’m not leaving you behind, though. I’m coming back. We’ll schedule visits. This isn’t over. Not ever,” you vowed and he nodded and leaned forward to draw you into a fierce kiss.
Awww…babies
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