i feel like i’m in a fanfiction and i can’t talk about it to anyone else so i will talk about it here. i’ve been a goody two shoes all my life. follow every rule and law, never skipped or failed class, never sneak out or smoke or drink or party, none of that. a couple weeks ago i started talking to a boy. he was very sweet but very self conscious. as we started stalking more, i learned that he’s been in juvi. and his dad is friends with hell’s angels. he’s the leader of a motorcycle/drug gang that work with literal HELLS ANGELS. i’m talking to the son of that dude. i’m in a fanfiction. and i love it