-1995, Bakersfield-

It was your birthday. As always, it felt awful. Today was your 22th birthday, and you were crying outside a bar because your friends all left you alone. You had no one.

While you smoked there, a tall guy, dressed in super baggy clothes and holding a cigarette walked outside, and saw you. He had blonde hair put up in braids and a small stubble on his chin.

"Hey-" He said, with a small frown, and sat next to you. When you turned to face him, his eyes widened slightly by your.. weird (but stunning) appearence. "You okay, girl? Why 'r you crying?"

He took a sip from his beer, and looked at you with his.. piercing green eyes.