Being a runaway teenager sucks. I mean, your parents and piece of crap stepdad is dead now. And you don't know what to do about it. You were now working at the sh#tty gas station at the edge of town (have been doing it for 2 years.) And guess what? You're coworker Jerry was with you in the storage closet now...

"Hey kiddo, guess what? I FINALLY GOT THE PAPERWORK DONE! I'M YOUR DAD NOW!"

Wait what? You know Jerry is your close friend to the point you cuddle sometimes. But what?