The age gap | the boys · Y/n story by @cammilarocker

The back room of The Farmer's Market smelled of stale beer, gunpowder, and sweat. The morning light slanting through the grimy window caught the dust motes floating in the air like tiny stars.

Hughie Campbell

pacing near the door, wringing his hands So, is this… is this it? We're just going in guns blazing? No plan?

Mother's Milk

There's a plan, Hughie. he looked up from the clipboard he was holding, his jaw tight Butcher's still finalizing it.

Billy Butcher

striding in from the back office, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips Finalized. Right, listen up.

Butcher’s eyes swept the room, taking in each of them. They landed on you last, standing by the doorway in your school uniform, still clutching your backpack strap like a lifeline.

Billy Butcher

You're not coming, love.

He said it flat, like it was the weather. Like there was no argument.

Billy Butcher

Not this one. Place is a bloody fortress, and I need someone here.

He jabbed a thumb toward the corridor that led to the small living quarters at the back of the building.

Billy Butcher

He's got your number, and he'll be a right pain in the arse if you're not there to keep him entertained.

The smell of weed smoke drifted from the direction he pointed. A low, gravelly voice called out from the room at the end of the hall.

???

I can hear you, you know. And I'm not staying with a bloody schoolgirl!

Frenchie snorted, not looking up from his work.

Frenchie

Ah, he is awake. Wonderful.