You, y/n van der linde, are running around in your fathers gang. Getting into trouble, stealing, getting stolen from, getting stolen in general, and even falling in love.
A/N: None of the pictures I use are mine except for the cover!!! If you have...
As your slowly came awake, your eyes took in the scenery. Chuck was up, chasing bugs and eating leaves. The bright morning sun was shining into your tent onto Arthur who was still sound asleep. You slowly shimmied to try and get up and make coffee but a large arm pulls you back down onto Arthur.
"Where are you goin'?" Arthur asked with a deep sleepy voice, he held you at your waist and pulled you close.
"No where I assume, guess you don't want coffee." You teased and giggled. Arthur groaned and let you go, you got up and started a fire with some leftover firewood you had, and began boiling water from the river over it. Chuck seemed interested in Arthur this morning, he went into the tent and started sniffing and licking his face. It was adorable to see Arthur laugh a little and try to get him to stop.
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(there's Chuck with some wood he found to chew on)
Arthur sat up and got out of the tent. The coffee was ready and you where writing in your journal.
This camping trip Arthur took me on was turning out better then expected. When we got here, I found a puppy, named him Chuck and i'm going to try and convince my dad to keep him at camp. Me and Arthur went fishing and lost the dog before it started pouring rain. I searched for around 20 minutes, then started looking for Arthur again. In the end, we kissed, twice. It was so...perfect. Perfect timing, place, set up. It wasn't like some peck on the lips, we made out by that river.
You chuckled to yourself when you wrote that last part.
When we came back, Arthur looked nervous and confused, I could tell. So, I kissed him again, a long passionate kiss. Though it was ended by barking, and the dog we looked for was in my tent, dry. We slept in the same tent that night, we held each other, it was perfect. But, where do I go from here. How do we tell my dad? Do we even tell my Dad? Is this even a thing or was it just a kiss? Im not sure right now, but i sure do think that that was more than just a kiss. I love him, deeply. I crave his smiled, his energy, his vibe, his touch. I need him.
You closed your journal to see Arthur sitting next to you with coffee in his hand, the other hand playing with the dog. You pour your own cup of coffee and decide to confront Arthur about your little 'problem'.
"So, what is this?"
"huh?" He turned to look at you in confusion and sipped his coffee again.
"What are we? What do we tell my dad?"
Arthur stopped playing with the dog and held his coffee in both hands and looked down at the floor, then back at you.
"Well, what do you want it to be?"
You roll your eyes.
"I can say one thing right now, that kiss wasn't just a kiss. And you know damn well we both slept in that tent last night. Not to men-" Arthur cut you off.
