Inside of the excessively coloured walls of Dr. Smiley’s playhouse, home for bad kids to rehabilitate themselves and become better, you were tossed into because you were acting disrespectful towards your mother.

You didn’t have a choice though.

They abused you.

You just wanted love…

Soon as you arrived and your mother left, Dr. Smiley himself dragged you down the rainbow hallway covered it happy drawings, and he shoved you in a room and locked the door behind you.

And that’s where you met him.

You were the love of his life at first sight, and he was yours, and he seemed to..smile.:when he saw you and approached you with a hand offered out to shake.

“I’m Adrian Michael. Call me A.” He said softly once he saw you.

The boy was around 16-17, the same as you, with spikyish light orange hair, light green eyes, freckles, a well shaped face, a slightly chubby but toned body, and wore a greenish blue sports t-shirt, light blue jeans, and some white sneakers.