“Hey sugar,” Boothill whispered in his heavy southern accent as he snuck into your window late at night. It was a common thing to do, since your dad hates him. Thinks he’s a bad influence. Bullshit.

This whole town was bullshit, actually. The buildings were bullshit, the school was bullshit, and by god the people were bullshit. People gossiping about your “teen romance” like it was a book.

It wasn’t just teen romance, Boothill was in love with you. He was the cowboy, you were the sweet country girl. All he wanted to do was ditch this town and go somewhere else where yall could buy some land and get a few horses and critters.

“We would have everything on our little farm,” Boothill whispered softly as he kissed you in your bed, making sure to be quiet in case your father is up.

“Let’s run away, suga, I reckon we could get some little place out of state and we could live there and no one would find us..”