Finn had been in the middle of a run when he'd spotted Theodore and had only stopped to say hello and ask him to join him later that night. Theodore agreed, assuming they’d just go smoke a blunt at an empty playground or something similar, but they had ended up at Dickson's.
“Are we going to partake in a drugs deal, or why the fuck did you bring me here, Finn?” Theodore asked when they pulled up at the empty parking lot.
Finn laughed and shook his head. “No. One word; Vandalism. Don’t worry, I’ll explain.”
He shifted in his seat, “Now, I usually let bygones be bygones, but I was on a date yesterday, with a guy, naturally, just holding his hand across the table, nothing more, when Jeff Dickson, the guy who put the dick in Dickson, came up to us to inform us that they were a family friendly establishment and that he’d prefer it if we didn’t show PDA. I was like, the fuck man, I’m just holding his hand, it’s not like I had bended him over the table. But he then told me that I knew what he’d meant, and I did. He’d made himself even more clear when he mumbled a very lovely ‘faggots’ as he walked away, and well, I didn't really appreciate that.”
Anger swelled in Theodore's chest, “So what did you have in mind?”
Finn smirked, “You see the sign?”
Theodore turned to look at it and nodded. It was a simple design, the caricature of Jeff Dickens was holding up a plate full of fast food, and red neon letters spelled Dickson's Diner.
“Well, I have a vision, and it involves dicks and said sign.” he unbuckled his seatbelt, “Let's go.”
Theodore was curious and followed Finn to the trunk of the car. He was grabbing several spray cans and handed some to Theodore he then carefully closed the trunk with his elbow. “So, I need you to either be on the lookout or help me paint dicks.”
It was around 3 AM, which happened to be witching hour. And perhaps Theodore should have better been on the lookout for more than just cops. However, he'd rather paint dicks.
The sign was easily accessible, and they got straight to work. Theodore stuck to spray painting dicks (an art he was soon perfecting) while Finn added some text.
Once they were done, they took a step back to look at the result.
If your into dicks, sons, don't go to Dickson's diner because the owner is a homophobe.
“He's going to know you did this.” Theodore remarked.
“Hm,” he agreed, “might as well sign this piece of art, then.”
“Hey, Finn.”
“Yeah?”
“You wrote you're, wrong.”
“Goddammit."
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Happy New Year! I hope everyone's enjoyed the holidays! I had a bad case of writers block and wrote whatever the hell this was in one go (at 1 in the morning). I can't decide whether it's 100 % pure trash or only a smaller percentage. I wrote the word dick 11 times (which considering how short this chapter is, is pretty bad,) so maybe that answers the question💩
I do hope you enjoyed, sorry that it's so short as always. Thanks for reading ❤
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The magical life of the not so magical Theodore Ward (bxb)
RandomTheodore wants his summer to be as uneventful as possible. Gabriel doesn't.
