It was a calm day in Texas. You and Bubba were near a lake he had shown you a few days before. You'd wanted to go swimming but Bubba said you shouldn't. You asked him why and he explained if you need help in the water he can't help you because he doesn't know how to swim. He's memorized the alphabet in sign language already and now you're teaching him more common words he uses. "This means help me." You say showing him the sign. He mirrors it. "This means help you." It's similar but instead of going to yourself it goes to the other person. Again Bubba copy's it and you smile. "You're doing great Bubba. I'm so proud of you." He smiles.

"Thank you (Y/N)." His voice is a bit off. Slightly raspy and like his throat is very dry. But you smile none the less.

"You're very welcome Bubba." His smile fades a bit and he looks at the ground.

"What's wrong Bubba?"

He signs. You sigh and take his hands. "Bubba I don't care what you look like ok? I'm not gonna laugh at you. Your eyes are very pretty and I'd love to see the rest of you Bubba. But if you don't wanna show me then you don't have to." He nods at the comforting words.

He signs. You nod and turn around. Sitting, facing away from him you hear him take a few deep breaths and after a few minutes he taps your shoulder. You turn and see his face. He's got the loveliest brown eyes and a handsome broad nose. There's a slight indent in the side of his right cheek and it's a bit uneven with the other side of his jaw. His lips are somewhat big, pink and soft looking. He's staring at the ground. He's so beautiful. You smile and take his hands again. "Bubba you're very handsome. I don't care about whatever scars you have. You're very lovely." He smiles and looks up at you. He pulls you into a hug and slightly crushes you with his arms. You laugh a little and he lets out a sigh. He lays down still hugging you. You're laying on top of him with your head on his chest. You can hear the slow beating of his hear. Thumping away. You're looking out in the woods, smiling. Your arms wrapped around his neck. His arms are still wrapped around your back, holding you tight.

"I like this." He says. You smile.

"I like this too Bubba. I'm glad we met." He smiles this time, looking up at the small clouds in the sky. You could stay like this forever. His grasp is comforting and you could just melt into his body. You feel safe like this. Like no one can hurt you anymore. You look around the woods more and spot something blue. You sit up and Bubba does too. "I think I found some flowers. I'll be right back." You stand up and walk to the flowers. They're a light blue purple and are small and grouped together on a stem. There's tons of them here. You get an idea and pick a ton carrying them in your arms. You walk back over to Bubba and lay them on the ground. He tilts his head.

"What are these for?" He asks. You smile picking up two and weaving them together.

"I'm making us flower crowns Bubba. You'd look so pretty with a flower crown on." You say looking up and smiling at him. You learned how to make flower crowns at a summer camp awhile ago in the 60's. You wonder if Bubba would like summer camps. He would probably like chopping wood and cooking food over a fire. 'Has Bubba ever had smores before?' You ask yourself. He probably missed out on a normal childhood. Poor guy. His brother seems like jackasses or just regular asses. You frown at these thoughts still weaving the stems of the flowers together over and over. "What was your childhood like Bubba?" You ask looking up at him. He thinks for a moment about this.

"Well momma moved away in my teen years. But before that we always had family over on special days. Sometimes just for visits. I got to have cake for my birthdays too. I drank a lot of sweet tea too. Drayton makes it really well. I worked at a meat packing plant for awhile. I had to leave cause they shut it down. I never traveled much. I did go to families houses. It was always fun. We're not religous so we never really celebrate Easter and Christmas. I enjoyed growing up for the most part. I'm the youngest brother." Your jaw drops a bit.

"Really? You're like so broad and like huge man. You just wow you look so big. Like a body builder kind of." He smiles and chuckles.

"Well yeah I know. I was always kinda bigger than my brothers you know? Anyway momma always made my clothes and now I have to make my own or steal them. It's hard to find clothes that fit me. Nubbins and Chop top are twins as you might have seen. We have a tv too. We watch movies sometimes. But we mostly listen to radio shows like that. Drayton works at a gas station. Chop top and Nubbins work at a new meat packing plant. Not much has happened out here for awhile." As he finishes talking you finish his crown. You hold it up and place it on his head. You smile and get to work on yours.

"You look so nice Bubba. Very very handsome I must say." He smiles and touches the crown carefully. You're deep into weaving the stems together to notice that Bubba isn't sitting with you anymore. You're watching your fingers move and shuffle the stems into the form of a crown, careful to not crush or hurt the flowers on the end. It's peaceful out here in the woods. It's calming. Nobody's yelling about anything, no ones running around, and no ones trying to kill you. You live more in the city part of Texas. It's not that bad it's just that you never really get to experience life away from the chaos of the streets. You take a deep breath of lovely fresh air and exhale. You could stay out here for hours on end. You only notice Bubba's gone when you hear footsteps coming your way. You look up and see Bubba is missing. "Bubba?" You ask getting up and looking around. You place your flower crown on the ground and stand up.

You turn around and see Bubba walking behind you carrying more wildflowers and other little plants. You relax and smile when you see him. "Why'd you grab those Bubba?" He walks over and places the plants on the ground.

"For the crowns." He says taking his off. You nod and start to weave the rest of the plants onto them. Making them a bit more fancy for the two of you.

"Do you ever cook Bubba? I've seen Drayton do it a lot." You say finishing up his crown.

"Drayton's the cook. Chop top, Nubbins and I do all the other work with the meat and the food." You nod and get on your knees. You place his crown on his head and smile. You go to work on your crown. You can feel Bubba watching your hands working on the crown. You notice he's done that a lot when he interacts with you. He likes watching and learning. You finish up yours and you look back up at Bubba.

"What do you think?" You ask him. He just stares for a moment. He's got a slight smile his brown eyes look soft, being lit gold by the light. You can't help but smile back. You two sit in this little silence for awhile longer.

"You look lovely (Y/N)." He says. Both of your smiles grow wider.

"Thank you Bubba. You look lovely too."