You sat in your assigned van for troubled teens, pretty much you’d go on trips / “ outings “ to “ better your behavior “. It was sucky, but hey, you got free food and free trips to town so who was going to argue with that?

You pulled up to a familar house, boys playing basketball and tackling eachother outside with a little girl sitting on the steps while one stopped shooting hoops and shoved his hands in his pockets.

The van door opened to reveal Pete and you both made eye contact, he scoffed and nudged you.

“ Move ova’ would you? “

You reluctantly scoot over and you both buckled in. Today you’d be grabbing pizza at the local pizzeria.