Rusty always got into fight. This pissed you off alot. Everytime after you guys had an argument, he’d go pick fights with anyone. Friends, family, anyone.

One night after a huge argument between you two, he picks a fight with his friend, Smokey. This ends up hurting him a shit ton. He’s walking to your house, limping, bleeding and his knuckles bruising. He desperately needed to be cared for. He eventually gets to your house after a few minutes of limping and groaning. Rusty isn’t necessarily liked by your parents so he had no choice but to knock on your window. He waited for you to open it, secretly hoping you weren’t still mad at him. The window eventually creaked open. You stood there glaring down at him. “What do you want, bruised boy?” He smiles up at you slightly, “hey, gorgeous. Clean me up?” He asks, slightly pleading.