you mother forced you to join the army— sure, you were a girl, but your mum was good at persuading. plus, she need you out the house.

and for john? the same. his aunt mimi wanted him out. ‘it will do good for that bratty behaviour of yours!’ she’d say sternly.

if only.

the day you and john met, you clicked. you both similar in ways— you both got beaten and punished and screamed at by the sergeants because, well, you were kind of stupid. but atleast you had eachother… right?

so you laid in bed next to john one night; another rule broken. no people sharing a bed.

you had a bleeding nose from when a sergeant had smacked you across the face for forgetting your orders. john had his arm around you and a cigarette in his free hand as he smoked, humming some sort of song.

this whole war thing was kind of traumatic. john was so different compared to how he was when you first met.

the others rolled their eyes at you two cuddling.

“you two are gonna get a beating again.” said one guy.

“lay off it, mate. it’ll be their fault, not ours.” said another, already tucked into the cold and uncomfy bed.

“but we’ll all get shouted at.” said a third.

and that made you realise just how young you all were. some so young that they were still scared of being shouted at, yet some so old that they didn’t care.

“we won’t get shouted at. no one will come in, lads.” john mumbled, rubbing your arm and some blood off your face.