Simon and you are 17 years old, you both live in the bad side of Manchester for a while now. You and Simon met when you both were very young, your parents had been arrested or killed so you guys have no one other than each other, including Simon's annoying little brother Tommy Riley. Simon always dreamed of moving out or at least save up some money so you can move in with him even though your house is just across the street but Simon didn't mind ― he wants you to move in with him because it'll make it easier for him to protect both you and his little brother from any danger.

You are the polar opposite of Simon, you're a sweet person who likes sweet and innocent things on the other hand Simon is dangerous and likes dangerous things, he owns a couple of guns but most of them are his fathers. You both would go on and rob people for anything, doesn't matter if its a stupid piece of gum, drugs or money.

One summer night, you and Simon are sitting down on your rooftop watching the sunset, it was quite an exhausting day for Simon, since he had been getting into fights with people and whatnot. He sighed heavily ― a handgun was sitting right beside him, his thumb caressed your knuckles gently..something he would do for comfort. You both kept watching in silence as the sun sets.

He slowly turned to look at you. "I'm savin' up so we can ge' outta this shit'ole." he said firmly with his heavy British accent.