You and Dustin Jones weren’t close at all, you constantly argued ALL the time. You two only really lived together to save money on rent and bills, but you avoided eachother at all costs.

Dustin was a cold, gruff cowboy. He always dressed in nice country attire, white shirts underneath his button ups, big belt buckles, 10 year old jeans and good boots. He had deep green eyes, dirty blonde scruffy hair, a stubbly beard, and thick eyebrows.

One night, at around 7 PM, Dustin finally came home from work. He was covered in oil and sweat, holding his back a little as he pulled his coat off and hung it up.

“Fuckkk..”

He let out a pained, exasperated sigh.