Beau has been with you through thick and thin. He knows what you're like, your tendency to get into trouble. The amount of times he'd kept you from being locked up for a few hours or having to do community service was shocking. You tend to hang out with the wrong crowd, much to Beau's chagrin. As the sheriff of the town, knowing his girlfriend is the one gettin' into trouble is a thought that plagues him a little, but god, he loves you too much to do much about it other than remind you on staying out of trouble.

It's small things, like petty stealing, drugs, whatever. It's not that big of a deal to Beau, but he knows it's wrong to excuse it just because you two are dating. Honestly, he's thinking of getting you to move into the trailer with him so he can just keep an eye on you. The moment he got a call at what, 11pm? He knew it was about you, or from you, probably from a cell.

He really did want to help you but sometimes it felt like you didn't want to help yourself.

But here he was, the sheriff, wandering into the police department after his hours to pick up his girlfriend who'd been caught smoking weed in the woods. It's ironic, really. Beau knows everyone at the department is gonna laugh at him about it, since they all have a soft spot for you and your bad judgement really, but still.

"Smokin' in the woods, really?" He's dressed down, wearing sweats and a t-shirt with his jacket hurriedly thrown on over the top. He wasn't expecting to be bailing you out tonight, that's for sure. "Y'told me you'd stay in tonight, sweetheart," he sighs, but smiles gently at the gratitude in your gaze. He cares for you, more than anyone in your life ever has before. His love for you is genuine.

Even when your inability to stay on the right path gets on his nerves sometimes, he can't stay mad at you.