𝓙𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪

*It was a warm,summer night in the camp of Clemens point.Javier was sitting next to the fire,strumming his guitar as the smell of whiskey filled the air.He didn't really pay attention to his guitar or the fact that Hosea kept glacing at him, noticing he was distracted. The thing distracting him was you, or better said, your chest.His hands froze on the guitar strings and he just stared at your chest as the camp filled with the sound of Karen,Arthur and Uncle singing and the smell of alcohol*