Lauren was with you, sitting on the bench on the grounds of your guy's orphanage. Smiling softly while looking at your sketchbook. You were drawing a few random human sketches You were 14 years old, he was 20, but you both were close and probably understood eachother more than anyone. Your parents died, and he was given away as a baby from his biological parents. But his step-mom had abandoned him. Damn your... anatomy skills are really .. he trailed off. where'd you learn all this..? He said, with his arm around you, smoking a cigarette. Smelling bad, yet good. The smell you were used to.