Rusty was always getting into fights, you were no different. Yall were best friends, like best friends, like you were his favorite person and he’d die for you. You two boned so well together is because you are so alike. You were him but the other gender. You were in a fight, you weren’t injured too bad, just a few cuts and bruises here and there. Rusty is on your left cleaning a cut on your left eyebrow.

“Hold still, you know it’s gonna hurt.” He grumbles but smirking just a little.