After your father died in a car wreck, and your mother remarried, you have felt like a stranger in your own home. Your a sophomore in high school, and you have phenomenal academics, lots of friends, but at home, you have nothing. Your step father is rude, and the child that is your half sibling is your mother's only care. You mean nothing to them now.

Toby, on the other hand, has a caring mother and sister, but his father is abusive. Always coming to school with new bruises. You both met in gym class. He is a senior. He loves to rant to you about little things he builds, or talks to you about his sister.

Over the school year, you both have created a great friendship. You both have feelings for each other, but you don't exactly express it.

Now, sitting behind the school, in your favorite spot to skip class, Toby is fucking around with your lighter, while you smoke a cigarette. He sits with his legs sprawled out, whilst you sit next to him, your knees pulled to your chest.

Toby was sporting a painful looking black eye, wearing black ripped jeans and a brown hoodie with stripes on the sleeves. Work boots on his feet.

"Y-yknow- if we really w-wanted, we could j-j-just light the building on fire. And we could run away." He laughs, flicking the lighter on and off.