Parking Lot | Saturday Morning
"What in the ever loving fuck is this?" Ronan had nearly shouted when he'd woken up and realized what was happening. Yes, he'd been warned about this and yes, he'd almost expected his run of good luck to end but like this? That wasn't even fair.
Snarling, Ronan had thrown the blankets off of himself and put his hands on his face. Smooth skin, high cheekbones, sharp nose, lots of hair. If the Lynches had a girl, he figured this is what she'd look like. He was not a girl and he almost wanted to stomp his feet and throw a tantrum.
But, he hadn't. Instead, he'd changed into something that fit and didn't fall off of him and gone out to the parking lot. It wasn't too hot yet and the familiar sight of his car made him feel a little better, a little less like screaming at the first person he saw. He threw the hood of the car open, wanting to beat it with a wrench so he'd have something to fix.
His phone buzzed.
Adam. Of course. Ronan ignored the call and smack his smaller hand against the side of the car.
"Ow." Goddammit.
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Snarling, Ronan had thrown the blankets off of himself and put his hands on his face. Smooth skin, high cheekbones, sharp nose, lots of hair. If the Lynches had a girl, he figured this is what she'd look like. He was not a girl and he almost wanted to stomp his feet and throw a tantrum.
But, he hadn't. Instead, he'd changed into something that fit and didn't fall off of him and gone out to the parking lot. It wasn't too hot yet and the familiar sight of his car made him feel a little better, a little less like screaming at the first person he saw. He threw the hood of the car open, wanting to beat it with a wrench so he'd have something to fix.
His phone buzzed.
Adam. Of course. Ronan ignored the call and smack his smaller hand against the side of the car.
"Ow." Goddammit.
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