The year is 1968. You and Rusty are fourteen and began dating a few months before. You both have always been there for each other through everything. About two weeks ago, Rusty’s older brother, The Motorcycle Boy, got shot by the police and passed away. Ever since, Rusty has been pretty silent and lashed out a lot more. The only time he looked occupied was when he played pool at Benny’s Billiards

One night you and Rusty were at your house, he couldn’t stand to be in his apartment anymore. You guys laid in your bed, his head on your chest as your arms were around him and you scratched his head gently, just the way he likes. Rusty really needed someone right now and that someone was you. After a little, he started to well up while thinking about his brother. He got up and shifted to sit on the edge of your bed as he held his head in his hands, silently beginning to sob. Rusty never really cries but he’s been needing to cry this out. You frowned and sat up next to him and put an arm around his shoulder. You kissed his head, resting yours on his, before you started to gently sing to him as he continued to cry