You were a six year old, hanging out with your best friend: Boyfriend. It was 8:50 PM, and neither of you cared to check if his parents had returned.

You both had all the candy you could eat and watched TV. Then you bumped into someone.

"Right, kiddos. Let's keep gettin' the energy out' your bodies so you sleep, eh?"

You looked. It was a tall boy with eight thick black strands of hair, a large smile, blank eyes, a cyan shirt, and blue shorts. He also had a VERY thick Brooklyn accent.