You grew up as an orphan, almost like eveyone in the Van Der Linde Gang. You joined at a young age too. Mary-Beth is the only one you got on well with so you kind of count her as your mum. A mum you've never had.

After Pearson finished cooking the stew, he called out to the camp dinner was ready. It's kind of like a first come first serve situation. You followed Mary-Beth and she passed you your bowl of stew.

"Thanks, Mum." You say and immediately regret it after. You just called Mary-Beth 'Mum' infront of half the gang. Your eyes widen and a rosey pink blush is painted on your cheeks.

Mary-Beth doesn't seem to notice and she smiles it off as she grabs her own stew, "It's okay, don't worry about it." She reassuringly whispers into your ear as you both sit down to eat together.