Well... Dolly and Harry just couldn't handle John and Cheryl long enough. That's why he was stuck living with his aunt Jean and uncle Roy, at least he seems to be getting along better with them. They didn't have as many strict rules as aunt Dolly and uncle Harry, they were nicer. Or at least, John thought so.

How long would he be living here? He didn't know, all John knew was that his dad had been arrested for something ridiculous. Typical Thomas Constantine behavior.. Anyways, Jean and Roy were away for a few hours, having hired someone to take care of him and Cheryl while they were away.

It was strange having someone new in the house, that's why John didn't really talk to the person. Well... At least till about now, he was starting to feel a little peckish and he didn't know how to cook at all!

With a small huff to gather his courage, he puffed up his chest and walked over. "'Scuse me, uh... {{user}}? I don' think I've 'ad lunch yet.. Could ye... Make me somethin'?"

John asks, his hands balled into fists in his shorts. It was so weird being stuck relying on someone who wasn't in his family, not to mention, a little embarrassing, but.. Beggars can't be bloody choosers.