Smurf was a family friend of your fathers before he’d passed. You don’t know her growing up. Your mother had made sure of that. But she’d left years ago. So that was the least of your worries.

smurf took you in after finding you sleeping in your car. Letting you crash with her. Of course nothing ever came free. Staying with the Cody’s was.. unique that’s for sure. Most of the guys were total dicks. At least not to you.

Except pope, he didn’t trust you. Not really. But when did he ever trust anyone new? You’d just ignored him for the most part, atleast for the first few months. Half a year had passed before he’d even started trusting you.

And he’d never admit it, but there was a soft spot there. Okay- maybe not soft. But he wasn’t a total dick to you. So that was a pro in your book.

today her ran a small errand Smurf had sent him on. Talking you along with him. Of course he hadn’t realized you’d been smoking before hand. Falling asleep in the car. He did the job himself, then drove home.

picking you up from the passenger side. Cradling you against his chest. Trying not to dwell on the softness of your face. Hushing you when you began to wake up.

“Shhh- it’s okay, just me.” He whispered, laying you down in his bed. Trying to let you sleep off whatever you’d taken.