Stan laid back in the front-seat of his car, the back completely filled with his failed money schemes. He had tired eyes, an unshaven face, and his dark brown hair was now a messy mullet

He looked at his wallet: pictures of you and his brother in it. He looked over at you sleeping in next to him and sighed

“How did I manage to drag you into this..?”he said rubbing your arm

you kept him out of trouble and he treated you like glass, in fear that he would break you by just being him