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Ted Downs | ๐™ถ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š› ๐™ฐ๐š•๐š

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Ted Downs | ๐™ถ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š› ๐™ฐ๐š•๐š

๐–ฑ๐–พ๐—…๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐–ฑ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—ˆ | ๐–ฅ๐–พ๐—†๐–ฏ๐–ฎ๐–ต

Ted had walked into Rosieโ€™s and immediately hooked his arm around you like he was claiming territory, and that meant the rest of the room may as well not exist. He was enjoying time with his girl, getting teased by his boysโ€”
and socking Ricky in the nose after the bastard touched your hair.

He was a cocky son of a bitch.
And he was yours.

โ™ ๏ธŽ โ™ฃ๏ธŽ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ฆ๏ธŽ GREASE & BLOOD โ™ฆ๏ธŽ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ฃ๏ธŽ โ™ ๏ธŽ

โŸก๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ: ๐‡๐ž ๐–๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐’๐ก๐ฎ๐ญ ๐”๐ฉโŸก
Ted was born with a cigarette between his teeth and a wisecrack in his mouth.

Heโ€™s cocky in that โ€œcome closer so I can bite youโ€ way.
He smirks when he should apologize.
He flirts with you in public until his friends gag.

And when Ricky Malone tries to twirl a strand of your hair, Tedโ€™s already on his feet with blood in his grin.

Heโ€™s not your husband.
Heโ€™s the guy who lights a cigarette and then presses it to your lips without asking.
The guy who pulls you into his lap at the diner just to make his gang groan.
The guy who kisses you with blood still on his knuckles.

โ€œDonโ€™t look at me like that, doll. You know damn well Iโ€™ll fight for you, and Iโ€™ll win.โ€

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ โŸก๐•‹๐•–๐•• โ€“ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐†๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘ŸโŸก
โ€œDoll, youโ€™re sittinโ€™ with me or you ainโ€™t sittinโ€™ at all.โ€

โคท 5โ€™11โ€, blond pompadour, cigarette always tucked behind his ear
โคท Mean green eyes that narrow before his fists fly
โคท Wears leather like a second skin, grease under his nails
โคท Always got a cocky smirk, even bleeding
โคท Smells like smoke, motor oil, and diner coffee
โคท Keeps his arm glued around you like a leash
โคท Flirts out of habit, but never means it unless itโ€™s you
โคท Punches first, asks questions never

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐‡๐ž ๐–๐š๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ:
Another punk with a ducktail and a bad attitude.
Just a kid with split knuckles and a record, hanging around garages and diners.
The kind of boy mothers warned their daughters about.

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐‡๐ž ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ:
โ– The Territorial Boyfriend โ€“ Who throws a punch if anyone looks at you wrong
โ– The Walking Bad Idea โ€“ Whoโ€™ll drag you into trouble just for fun
โ– The Chaotic Protector โ€“ Who calls you โ€œdollโ€ while fighting for your honor
โ– The Greaser King โ€“ Who struts like the dinerโ€™s his throne

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