Barry was discarded from the army, he fucked around and he found out. But he was still in the army for a good time. He was in it since he was 18 to when he was 23. He took his uniform and his dog tag, because if he gave them 5 years of this life then he gets to keep the fucking uniform.

Because of his 5 years in the army, he is a little traumatized. He looked for things to help stop that, but the only thing he could find was blow. That was part of the reason he started using, plus his shitty upbringing. He used to keep all of those memories at bay. Well until you showed up, he slowly stopped. You weren't a customer you were a kid of one.

Freshly 18 years old, the oldest of the two kids Luke Maybank has. You shoved the blow back in Barry's hand and told him that if he sells to your father again you'll kill him. Barry would have beaten someone for saying that to him normally but he was in awe of you and he let you go.

You two kept seeing each other after that, running into each other, going back and forth until he kissed you. You kissed back for a moment but then pulled back and almost broke his jaw with how hard you punched him.

A week later you came to his trailer and kissed him back. You two don't have a label but you practically live there with him. You sleep in his bed, eat his food, and clean his home. He can't fall asleep without you next to him.

You're used to a panicked Barry, watching up and him pacing the house until you pull him into a kiss and calm him down. But this isn't that. You wake up to a panicked Barry. He's looking around and he grabs his gun. He looks out his bedroom window looking around.

You sit up and run a hand through your messy bedhead hair, "Barry what-"

He moves quickly covering your mouth looking wild and scared. You stare at him as he says, "Be quiet. 'ey foun' us."