This is my first Boondock Saints fic. Please review, I would love some feedback. {I do not own Boondock Saints or any of the characters, I simply own my OC.} Now let's get on with the show.
My name is Mollie; I am 20 and starting a new life in a new city. I am leaving everything and everyone I know for a chance at…something new? Something alien to me? I grew up in a southern family but I always knew I was made for the North. But what could I do? My father is a cop and my mother is a teacher. My older brother Griffin is all American in college, my sister is graduating at the top of her class this year. And me? I am an artist. Yeah, I make my parents proud. I had to leave. I was the black sheep of the family. Now I am living in Boston and living next to a bar. Woo! Making the parents proud. But this isn't about my old life anymore. This is about what is happening now. How I am finally living the way I want to.
The day started as any other. It is mid-February and I am waking up to the sound of the popular radio station coming on my alarm clock. The sun is shining through my blinds, that really don't do much, and I am still laying it bed. It is 8 am and I need to get up and motivated. Today is the day I go job hunting. Believe it or not but the glorious life of an artist doesn't pay that much. So I drug myself out of bed, and searched through my new set of drawers provided by my new roomie, Cassidy. We met online and she needed a roommate, I needed a new start. Anyways, I pulled out some black tights, an oversized white v-neck, and a red plaid shirt. Pulling on my black boots I made my way out of my room. Cassidy was already up and making breakfast. This girl was beyond perfect. Her golden hair was always in a pony tail, her make up looks like a professional had done it, and she was an amazing cook. How is she not 900 lbs.?
"Looking for a job today Mollie?" She asked while still focused on the food.
"Yeah, I am slowly running out of the money I had brought from Florida. Do you think they hire non-Irish in this neighborhood? I don't want to have to buy a car." I said with a laugh.
Before she could answer my stupid question a knock was at our door. Cassidy made her way to the door but I cut her off. I opened the door and moved my red hair out of the way, "Can I help you?" I asked to these two men at our door. Neither one of us had boyfriends so we usually didn't have men in our apartment.
"Yeah, we are looking for uh," one of the men looked at me like I was the stranger at their door, "Uhmm, Is Cass here?" the other more scruffy one asked.
"Yeah, I'll go get her…Who are you?" I ask cautiously.
"I am Connor" The one man with shorter hair said, "And this ugly man is my brother Murphy. We are friends of Cassidy. Who are you?"
"I am Mollie. Her new roommate." I ended up making eye contact with Murphy. And no he was not ugly. He has these blue eyes, that just…wow. That is all I can really say. I had never seen anyone so attractive. I caught myself staring a little bit before I could make a fool of myself, I came to and opened the door a little bit wider. "Come on in." And they did.
Cassidy seemed to have jumped for joy when she saw them.
"How have ya been my dear?" Connor asked her as he picked her up for a hug.
You could just feel the accents in the room and here I am…
"Cass, I'll pick up food on my way out. I'll be back in a few." I grabbed my black pea coat and closed the door behind me. Making my way down the stairs and putting on my sunglasses I am greeted by not just the bright sun and cold air but the younger brother, Murphy.
"Wait up just a bit." He called out.
"Murphy? Right? Done visiting already?"
"Yeah, Connor is more of Cass's friend then I am. Between you and me, I think he's got a soft spot for 'er. So what are you doin' today?"
"I am looking for a job. Know any places hiring?"
"Well what can you do?" Murphy stopped for a moment.
"Well…paint...uhm…piano and drink. Yup. Drink." I said with a laugh.
Murphy held his arm out to the bar, "Well my dear, I think I know a place you can work. It doesn't pay much but you can drink and make some money. And see my face all you want." God, his smile was something else.
"Alright, the bar." That will make my parents proud.
We went in together and he was greeted like a saint there. Everyone knew him. This was going to be an interesting job.