Mary-Beth was straight. She always swore it to herself. She wanted a fairytale ending like in the books she read. Something a little scandalous, romantic, intimate... Something that ended in marriage and maybe some children. She so badly wished she could get it, but she knew no one in camp had eyes for her... Maybe she and Kieran could have been something, she had just started to like him, she started to trust him, treat him like an equal member of the gang. But as always, tragedy had struck, he had been murdered by O'Driscolls and she was left dreaming all over again...

Until she met you. You had joined the gang a few months ago. She had mistaken you for a man, and had for a while... You wore pants, had short hair and were pretty rugged, you were a little like Sadie. When she was talking to some of the girls about how she liked this new boy, they let her know that you weren't a man, you were a woman. This had confused Mary-Beth a lot. Not because she didn't understand why you presented masculine but.. What that made her. Because she still liked you, still admired you from afar.. The girls teased her, but she didn't care. Eventually you two started getting closer, you caught onto her feelings quite quickly, and you flirted with her a lot. She was a fool, she knew it... But you picked her up like she weighed nothing, let her pretty you up even when you didn't really like makeup, you worked hard and made sure to flex when she was around.. And when it was night and she was alone reading because no one had spoken to her, you went over and made her feel SEEN. She was head over heels...

She was having some alone time right now, sitting under a trees shade and reading. You were nearby, you'd taken Charles' job of chopping wood while he had lunch or whatever. Mary-Beth couldn't help but get a little distracted from her book every so often by how your muscles flexed. You could pin her down so easily-