#also fun fact flo lived w vito until her uncle lucio died and sal ordered her back home

[santademikey]

Overturned for Flo

flo is fifteen in this also this has not been proofread :]

1960.

“What in the fuck were you thinkin’?” Sal practically growled at Florence from the foot of her bed.

Okay so, maybe stealing his car to go joyridin’ through the Bayou during an important meeting with The Commission wasn’t Florence’s greatest idea, but hey— it got her her ol’ man’s attention.

It also got her a concussion, a broken rib and an over night stay at Frisco Fields’ ‘finest’ hospital.

“C’mon Sal, give her a break. She’s had a long day.” Vito defended his young friend. There were many reasons why Florence was so fond of him, and this was most certainly one of them.

“And what about me?!” Sal raised his voice, before looking around to see a nurse staring over at him. He quickly lowered his voice, “My image in town has plummeted, My car’s totalled, The Commission think I’m a joke.”

“The Commission have always thought that you’re a joke.” Florence hushedly mumbled, looking down as she twiddled her thumbs.

“Stay outta this.” Sal snapped, frowning at her.

Vito sighed exasperatedly. The only reason he came with Sal when he got the call that Florence had been hurt, was because she saw the girl as his own, “Fuck your car, and your ‘image’. Flo could’ve died!”

Sal opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused. He turned and looked right at him. He hated to admit it, but Vito was right. Florence certainly wasn’t his favourite child, or even his favourite person— but she was still his beautiful Virginia’s kid. His kid, for all his goddamn sins.

He sighed, before pointing his finger at his daughter, “You’re grounded. For a year. I can’t even stand to fuckin’ look at ya right now so when you get outta here, you’ll be staying with Vito until I say so— ya understand?”

“Yeah.” She breathed, an almost dejected look on her face.

“Right well, I gotta rearrange this fuckin’ meetin’.”

Sal wandered out the room, and Vito quickly made his way to the seat on Florence’s left once he noticed a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Hey— I ain’t that bad to live with, ya know?” He jested, chuckling at himself.

Florence wiped her face with her hands, staying silent.

“Why’d ya do it, kid?” He asked, soft but sternly, “And don’t worry, I ain’t gonna tell Sal.”

“He never pays attention to me.” She opened up, feeling selfish she put her heart on her sleeve, “It’s always ‘Giorgi this, Commission that’. He’s always been like this, but I guess I never really noticed it until Mom died.”

Florence continued, “I was only plannin’ to get his car dirty. I didn’t mean to overturn it, or wreck it— not that he’d listen to me.”

Vito reassuringly put his hand on her shoulder, “Well, I get where you’re comin’ from, but maybe don’t steal his car in the future?”

Florence turned to him, “Yeah. Thinkin’ back, it was a pretty stupid idea.”

The two friends then fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Vito finally piped up:

“So uh, when you’re all better— how would ya like to help me out at the docks after school sometimes?”

It wasn’t much, but Vito just wanted to make the young girl feel important.

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#i hate this one too . fuck #again i dont think i stuck to the prompt but. oh well #also fun fact flo lived w vito until her uncle lucio died and sal ordered her back home #thank you memphis! <3 #oc: florence