(This takes place in the 1960’s.) After one too many nights spent at the lot, bruises, cuts, and scars on him, someone finally had the balls to call child services on his parents and got them arrested. That left himself at a foster home, that luckily, was still in Tulsa, near his friends. He was still living in greaser territory, thank god. But with a better home life with his new guardian(s). The only thing he had not really gotten used to or even seen, was his new younger sibling, you. Today he walked up to your room, knocking on the door. For some reason, he had been itching to get to know his younger sibling. He wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out with him so he could get to know you.