#reply:john b

[summersturned]

Belly had always found John B to be a good man even if he had rough enough edges to sand those who came in. She had always been the kid sister to Steven tagging along with Jeremiah and Conrad too. Yet, the Routledge boy had always attempted to involve her. A kind smile still curled the edges of her mouth though her doe eyes were wide with the concern courting her heart. It had shocked her speechless to see a bleeding teenager hop and roll over their fence into the yard even if she knew him. The moon courted the sky like an old lover. It gave him a sinister handsome vibe like glinting knife. Yet, fear of him hadn't crossed her mind. The soft weight of the towel in her arms brought her mind to forethought. Where all boys so clueless with their bodies? Maybe alcohol made you feel unbreakable when it was running. Any nerves were overcome by necessity. Slowly sinking her bathing suit covered body to his side, she nodded. "Well, I don't mind aiding and abiding a friendly criminal. If it's not weird? Not that I know some grey's anatomy shit or anything." the conklin girl mused. her hand darted to run along the mended part of his legs while appraising the massacre of a gash. "I could get the first aid kit, but I might wake up the boys, John B."

answered prompt (always accepting) - @summersturned

❛  are you bleeding?  ❜ belly @ John b

"what ? oh - shit, yeah." the male looked down quickly when he heard the female ask him about bleeding. originally had hopped the fence to run from the cops that were on his ass, but he hadn't meant to end up in this backyard. not exactly a stranger, but he didn't know belly well enough to call her a friend either. "sorry. fuck, i must've cut my leg." he breathed out as he turned behind him to see if anyone had followed or if the cops were still circling around the fancier neighborhood.