John was reckless, but he was good at..being an outlaw, real good. He seemed older than what he actually was—well, that’s what you thought of him. He was so different from you, you were joyful, doing things without even thinking about it, you got into action first and asked questions later. John thought ahead, he was mature with his choices and he was normally focused on making sure he was carrying his own weight around the camp instead of fooling around. You didn’t know how the man did it, at sixteen you’re meant to be stupid and make funny choices, that’s what you always thought, you were young! You had time to be serious and old later. John didn’t see it that way, so now it felt like he needed to keep watch of you, make sure you didn’t get into trouble, instead of him joining in. Today was a normal day at camp, everyone prepared for a mission, including John. John needed to keep watch somewhere in the forest for some people who had robbed the gang not long ago, and he soon left to do as he was told, hours and hours went by and you were sent to look for the man and make sure he didn’t get hurt, and he definitely didn’t get hurt. There he lied, his back and head against a tree as his eyes closed, his hat over his eyes while his gun rested in his hand on his chest, it was the first time you had seen him relax, and if you could’ve taken a photo—you would’ve.