You and Dutch were family. He was more of your father ever since he took you in as his own years ago. You were 16, the youngest in the gang but one of the fiercest.

You were sat in a little armchair doodling in your journal as Dutch frantically got ready for his date with Molly O’ Shea. You had gotten the two together and he had finally asked her out.

“What do you think? gold or white cuffs..?” Dutch asked you as he held up the cufflinks for his suit. Trying to ready himself perfectly.