You're in your room. Playing Fleet Wood Mac on your cassette player. You're reading a magazine you brought with you, reading the articles about the Vietnam war going on. You can't help but think about your friend Ramone. He got drafted in 1968 and came back two years later. His arm got shot so much they had to amputate it from the elbow down. He came home changed. He had constant nightmares and would be super on edge around loud noises. He would think he's back in the jungles of Vietnam sometimes. He's getting better but still very effected by it. 'I wonder if anyone here could get drafted?' you think to yourself. You're pulled out of your thoughts when you hear loud sounds of glass crashing and breaking. Yelling starts and you pause your music and set the magazine down. You walk slowly out of your room and stop halfway down the stairs hearing Drayton and Nubbins yelling.

"You god damn idiot what the hell did you do?!" Drayton yells.

"I-i-i-its not my fault! You shouldn't have p-p-put them so out in the open!" Nubbins yells back. You've notice his stuttering is consistent and it sounds like he's not afraid of Drayton. 'Where the hell is chop top then?' you question. The two always seem to be together. You've noticed that they're most likely twins from the way they look. Very similar but not identical.

"You fucking horse cock you ruined the preserves! You know we need them you coon shit!" Drayton yells. Nubbins starts yelling and it sounds like Drayton's hitting him with something. "Leather face get the hell in here!" He yells. Bubba comes running in. You quickly run down the stairs and out the screen door. You're worried things might get violent and you don't wanna see any more blood this summer. "Your damn fool of a brother ruined the preserves! Go out to the barn and get more! Fill up two crate fulls of them! And don't come back until they're full!" Bubba runs out and is relieved to see you.

"Drayton's really pissed huh?" He nods and walks over to the crates and grab one. You take one and hold it. "I'll help you pick them." He smiles and you two go over to the barn. Bubba goes for the pears and you go for the blackberries. You try to block out the tomato's. You don't wanna relive the nightmare. You're getting intrusive thoughts about Ted coming back. But you push it to the side and focus on the picking. You pick some more berries and walk over to the apple tree. You start picking and Bubba goes to the tomatoes.

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Bubba gets a strange feeling around you. Something in his stomach. He likes being around you, holding your hand and hugging you. He's scared to take of his mask because of scars and disfigured jaw. The scar is big but the jaw shape isn't super noticeable. He's still very insecure about it. He focuses on picking tomato's, looking over at you every once and awhile. He wants to talk to someone about this but he doesn't have anyone to do it with. He looks back at you. Your long sleeve button up shirt a calm yellow and buttoned open a bit. The sun reflecting off your collarbones. Bubba was entranced by how lovely you look. You put your crate down and look back down at Bubba. " It's pretty damn hot out here." You say wiping sweat from your forehead. Bubba nods as he continues to pick tomato's. "Should we go back to the house now? I think we've got enough fruit." Bubba nods and takes your crate. You walk back talking. Well you Asking Bubba yes or no Questions. "Is Leather face another name for you?" you ask. He nods. "I can see why. Your masks are pretty cool. It looks like something that would be out of a horror movie or something. Like I don't know how you made it but wow its really cool." Bubba smiles at the compliment. He's gotten very few from Drayton, Chop top and Nubbins before in the past. It's nice to have someone being so sweet to him like this.

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You smile at Bubba. He's very sweet and from what you've seen pretty good looking. You hope that one day he'll trust you enough to show you his face. You go back into the house and find lots of jars on the counters and the table. There's pots and sugar laid out on the counter too. "Alright well let's get to cooking I guess." Bubba sets down the baskets and you start washing the apple. "Ok Bubba cut up the apples please. I'll get to work on the stove." Bubba nods and grabs a meat cleaver. He quickly cuts up the apples and puts them in a bowl. You take them and add sugar and lemon juice to the pot they're in. After a bit of waiting and a lot of talking with Bubba the apples are finally done. You grab a lattle and pour the preserves in a few jars. Bubba adds the lids and you wash out the pot. You repeat this process with the blackberries and you can tell Bubba wants to help with it more.

"Here Bubba how about you get to work dicing up the pears and tomato's ok? The blackberries are almost done and we're gonna need the other fruit soon." He nods with a smile and picks up the baskets. You finish the rest of the fruit about an hour later. You're washing your hand when Bubba comes from behind and hugs you. You're slightly crushed by his arms but you don't mind.

"I l-l-l-like you (Y-y-y/N)." He says resting his chin on your head. You smile and turn off the water. You grab his big calloused hand and smile.

"I like you too Bubba. I'm glad you're talking more too." He smiles.

"It's h-h-hard to do it sometimes. Like I can't get the words out in a way." You nod a bit.

"It's ok Bubba. Maybe I can teach you sign language for when you can't talk?" His smile grows.

"Yes please. I like talking with you all the time." You close your eyes and smile at the fact he really likes you. Although this further complicates your feeling for him. He's like your best friend, but you feel like you can see yourself being with him. It's important to be friends with your partner obviously but you're just so confused. You wonder if Bubba is too. But right now you feel safe in his arms. You feel comforted. Like Carrie made you feel. You hear a door swing open and hear running. Before Bubba can turn around Chop top and Nubbins are running into the kitchen.

"Bubba what the hell are you doing?" Chop top basically yells at him. Bubba quickly turns around and tries to explain what's going on.

"Do you l-l-like (Y/N) or something?" Nubbins asks. You turn and see Nubbins holding a deer leg with meat and fur still attached. Chop top has a straight razor and that makes your blood run cold. You quickly step behind Bubba for safety.

"I think Bubbas got a boyfriend!" Chop top teases. Bubba quickly shakes his head. Nubbins drops the leg and runs over to Bubba poking his chest.

"Don't l-l-lie Bubba you've got a boyfriend!" He teases him. He pushes Nubbins as he jumps and laughs at the thought of you two dating. You head for the door just wanting to get out of this situation but Chop top grabs your arm as you're leaving and pulls you around.

"Come on you don't wanna abandon your boyfriend do ya?" He asks teasingly. You pull your arm away from him.

"We're not dating. Bubba was just reaching for something by the sink ok? So shut your asses up!" You storm after the kitchen as Bubba gets teased by his brothers even more. You go sit on the porch swing and let out a sigh. 'Would I mind if Bubba was my boyfriend? I mean he is very sweet and he does care about me. I just don't know what to think about him.' You put your head in your hands and shake your head. Why do your feeling have to be so confusing.