Of course you had to be the clever one. Why couldn’t you just be good for him and submit? Sure, he loved the hunt but it got boring after a while when you did the same shit over and over again, practically making him go in circles.

He let out a frustrated growl out, seeing no possible tracks in the vicinity since you had probably covered them up with a slide of your foot in the dry, Texan dirt.

A small frown left his lips, his nose scrunching up slightly in frustration as he struggled greatly to find your location—

Until you had bumped into some cans that were stacked on the crates, causing them to fall and clatter around. The chickens squeaked from getting startled, quickly giving away your general location to Johnny.

An estranged smile crossed his lips, jogging up to your immediate area with bravado that he had always carried with him. With the loose strands of his dark brown hair smacking his forehead, he used one hand to slick the back before searching around.

“Let’s see where you scurried off to..” he mumbled, his tongue grazing the front of his teeth before his eyes landed on the trunk of a car, narrowing them.

“Found ya’,” he whispered, yanking the trunk open with force, grabbing you by the back of the collar to drag you out, not caring for how you just hit the dry ground with a ‘thump’.