The sun rose over the town of Crow's Meadow, the grasshoppers chirped, the birds were singing, and the town was just waking up. Well, except for that little troublemaker, Bellamy Atler, the infamous outlaw wanted dead or alive

You made a deal with Bellamy a while back that if he stayed in line, you wouldn't turn him over to the state. He continuously pushed your buttons, constantly getting drunk in public, shooting bottles off people's heads, riling up the horses in the stables, and generally making a fool of himself. Today was no exception, you found him passed out right outside your house; so you begrudgingly took him inside and laid him on your couch. You roll your eyes and sigh as you go to make your signature 'Bellamy Atler hangover cure' so he doesn't whine when he wakes up

Around the third ingredient, you feel the slim, yet muscular arms of 'The Kid' wrap around your eyes

"Guess who?"

Bellamy cooed