Lines In The Sand {Butchy x Reader}

|Chapter Five|

"You okay?" A quiet voice said.
Y/n whipped around, seeing Butchy standing behind her, a curious look on his face. He was dressed in a black tank top and red boxer shorts, and his leather gloves removed. Even in sleep he was still in Rodents colors. His brown eyes were laced with sleep, but he seems to be wide awake.

"I'm....fine" she whispered "what are you doing here?" She asks. Butchy raised an eyebrow

"I kind of live here Doll" he smirks. Light from the waxing moon cast shadows on the biker's face, giving him an almost glowing feature. "And you wouldn't be crying if you were okay. Tell me what wrong? Did someone say something? Do I have to beat someone up?" He asks. His defensiveness forced a laugh from Y/n's lips

"No no, nothing like that." she says. "I just....I miss home. Its weird not sleeping in my bed, with my brother snoring in the room next to me. I'm homesick I guess" she shrugs. She sipped the rest of her water, as Butchy studied her.

"Don't cry Doll, you're too pretty to cry" He whispers, stepping closer to her, inches separated them. Y/n was thankful for the darkness as her cheeks once again became red. His eyes gazed down at her, sweeping her attire. "I like your dress" he says

"It's your sister's" Y/n replies.

"You make it look good" He compliments with a smile

"So Lela looks ugly in it?" Y/n says, teasing him. Butchy's mouth opened, trying to find words

"No, I wasn't saying that-"

"Yes you were" Y/n laughs. Butchy glares, stepping forward and set his hands on either side of her, trapping Y/n against the sink with her back pressing against the counter.

"Let me compliment you damn it. You can be infuriating" he mumbles, his breath fanning across the girls face. Y/n's heart sped up, and she tried to form a sentence

"Thank you for saying I look nice in your sister's dress" she smirked. Butchy huffed, leaning closer, his lips nearly on hers, agonizingly close to hers, when a flash of blinding light startled the two away from each other. They both turned to see Mack standing there, eyes wide with her hand on the light switch. Her mouth tried to form words, and she managed to utter,

"Uh sorry! I saw that you weren't asleep Y/n, so I came to see if you were okay, and......I guess you're okay" she finishes nervously. Y/n swallows thickly, keeping her eyes away from Butchy's, and nodded to Mack.

"Its okay..... I was just getting some water" she says, setting the empty glass in the sink and hurrying past Butchy and Mack, refusing to make eye contact with the two. She hurried up the steps quickly and into Lela's room.

Y/n climbed into her bed, curling up under one of the blankets. Her cheeks were red from embarrassment. A few minutes later the door creaked open, and Mack followed in, stepping over Y/n's curled figure. Y/n kept her eyes closed, so that she didn't have to speak with Mack about what happened. Mack assumed that Y/n had fallen asleep, and let out a relieved sigh.

"That was close" she whispered to herself, curling up in her own pile of blankets.

Long after Mack went to sleep,
Y/n stayed awake, pondering the question: Did Mack mean to turn on the light, to stop Butchy and I from kissing?

The thought haunted her as she finally fell asleep.

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The girls woke up early to get ready for the day.

Struts and CheeChee planted themselves by the mirror, and began to straighten CheeChee's hair out to re-do it's self back into a beehive.

The blonde biker girl used Lela's hair machine, while the other read bike magazines. Y/n gazed around the room, it was so different from her own, it was a but cleaner too. The picture over her bed reminded her a bit of Butchy, and she found herself wondering what he was doing, and about the incident of the night before.