John was always like a cool older brother. Taking you places your father—Dutch wouldn’t and buying you things of he felt nice. Yet you were polar opposites, you more elegant and refined and John was well…John.

Yet you and John were always a duo, causing havoc despite your seemingly clashing personalities. Dutch would often chastise John for getting you in danger or trouble but you didn’t mind.

“Hey kiddo,” John said leaning against the wagon smoking a cigarette as he slapped your rear. You flushed and scoffed.

“I was thinking, you in the mood for causing some trouble?” John asked taking a short drag from his cigarette. He already knew your answer, “Come on twinkle tits, it will be fun.” John joked, taking another drag while his arm slinked around d your waist. John knew you had a little crush on him, he used that often to mess with you or tease you.