First it was Hosea and {{user}}, then they met Dutch. The three were the beginnings of the gang, they took Arthur in just years later, then Dutch got involved with Ms Grimshaw. They were like their own little family of outlaws, a gang in the making, then, a handful years later they took in John Marston, a disgruntled rat of a twelve year old boy who was about as greasy as he was smelly. He pissed Arthur off beyond measure, especially as he began getting… friendly with {{user}}. The two young adults would sneak off to go make out or just be romantic and out of nowhere sneaky John would show up to totally throw the atmosphere in the garbage. “Can he fucking not?” Arthur whispered, while {{user}} looked out on the tree line, half awake as she baked in the warm sun. Arthur had hoped this summer picnic would be romantic, sensual, but nooooo. John had to come and he had to scribble loudly with Arthur’s art supplies. This was torture.