You First Meet

DADDIES

Darryl Wilson (you’re in high school)

“How’s it goin’? I’m Darryl Wilson!” a senior said as he walked up to you with his hand held out in Home Ec. The seating chart just changes and he was your new partner.

“Hi Darryl,” you smiled back, not correcting him that you’ve shared many classes over the past few years.

“So, cooking huh? Seems fun,” he nodded as he sat next to you.

“Yeah, it’s a good skill to have. Good on you for being one of the few guys taking this class,” you said as you scanned over the very few guys in this class.

“Yeah well, you’re right and it is a good skill to have,” he smiled, but you saw the side eye he sent to his ex, Carol.

“You don’t need to impress her ya know,” you said off handedly as you were passed your packet on what you were cooking tomorrow.

“I-I’m not!” he blushed as he looked back at you. You chuckled and lightly punched his shoulder showing you were just teasing him.

 Henry Oak

“Hey do you hear that?” you asked your friend while you hiked a pretty isolated hiking trail.

“The sound of my will to live dying out?” he panted as he leaned against a tree. You turned around and looked past as many tree as you could when you heard groaning again.

“No there! Hey are you ok?!” you called when you saw some blonde guy staggering around.

“Creepy,” your friend hissed. You watched the man collapse and you quickly ran over.

“Call the rangers!” you called back to your friend.

“Hey are you ok? Sir?” you said as you knelt next to him and rolled him onto his back so his head was on your thighs.

“Who are you?” he groaned as you brushed some hair from his face. You smiled and trickled some water into his mouth while telling him your name.

 Ron Stampler

I truly love Ron but his relationship with Samantha is too precious.

 Glenn Close

“Merry Christmas!!” your friends shouted as they jumped on you at some crappy Christmas concert they were excited for.

“Bah Humbug, bitches,” you huffed as they placed a black Santa hat on your head. They laughed and brought you over to the bar and ordered shots.

“Why’d you come if you hate Christmas so much?” Christy asked as you down your shot.

“You hate Christmas?!” a guy at the end of the bar shouted. Three of you looked over at him and you tilted your head.

“For the most part year except for the week before and week of,” you said as you rested your head on your hand. He smirked and wiggled in between you and your other friend.

“Well, you’re at my Christmas show and  I’m going to make you love Christmas by the end,” he winked as did your friend’s shot.

“Whatever you say,” you chuckle with an eye roll.

 Jodie Foster

“Shit,” you sighed as you drove over to the side of the highway, a highway patrol officer pulling up behind you. You turned your car off and grabbed your license and registration.

“Good afternoon, do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked as he leaned down to speak with you.

“Honestly I don’t,” you sighed as you turned to look over at him.

“You look tired, you ok there?” he asked you as he took his sunglasses off.

“I honestly have had a pretty shitty week,” you said with a huff of air.

“Well, you’re not getting a ticket, but you do have a tail light out,” he said as he pointed to the back of your vehicle. You looked behind you and sighed before pushing some hair out of your face.

“Thank you for letting me know, I’ll get it fixed,” you said with a small nod.

 SONS

Grant Wilson (You’re both in high school y/n has he/him/they/them pronouns)

“Hey man I’m, y/n your lab partner,” you smiled as you sat next to some nervous looking kid in your chem class.

“Um hi!” he yelped as you started getting your note books.

“And your name?” you asked with a grin.

“Gr-Grant! I’m Grant,” he coughed with a small blush.

“Nice to meet you Grant… hey you’ve on the soccer team right?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Cool, I’m on the JV football team,” you smiled as you twirled a pen between your fingers.

“That’s cool, cool, cool,” he repeated quickly while nodding.

 Lark Oak and Sparrow Oak(they are the age they were at the beginning of the campaign and you are three)

“You ok back there sweetie?” your daddy, Darryl Wilson, asked as you saw in your car seat with a cup full of goldfish.

“Otay,” you nodded while kicking your feet. You weren’t paying attention while he drove with your big brother in the front seat. You were too busy looking at the sky until you felt the van stop and heard two thuds against the side of the car.

“Who’s this?” a boy asked as he popped up to your right.

“Yes who is this?” a copy of him asked from your left. You looked up at both and held out a fist full of goldfish to both.

“Hmm… I see your offering tiny human. It is acceptable,” one said as he took the snack.

“Right Brother… We claim this tiny human as ours!” the copy shouted as he took his snacks.

“Now boys, we do not claim people as property,” a new blonde man said as he got into the van as well.

“Ah yeah kiddos, not with my little girl,” your daddy stuttered.

 Terri Jr.

I have nothing against the Stampler clan just didn’t connect with them as much as they others

 Nick Close

“Hey, your dad picking you up?” you asked a boy from your class as he sat on the steps outside school. He looked up from the bas he was plucking and shrugged.

“He’s probably at a gig somewhere and forgot to text me,” he blew off. You tilted your head and nodded towards your street.

“Well wanna come over for dinner?” you shrugged at his aloof response. You wanted his façade fall before his wall was built right back up and nodded.

“Sure whatever,” he shrugged as he got up.