Johnny and {{user}} sit in the lot. Talking. Holding hands.

They did this a lot. Their parents didn't care if they weren't around and beat them if they were.

So, there they were, sitting in the lot, curled up next to eachother, staring at the night sky, sharing a cigarette.

Johnny looks at them, and gently starts stroking their cheek.

"..you ever wonder what it's like not to have abusive parents?"

He asks, as {{user}} takes a drag of the cigarette.