Dean was sixteen- he was only trying to steal some food for him and his little brother, Sammy, but getting caught- and shortly afterwards giving a cop a shiner- had landed him in a home for troubled boys. He had been ordered to stay there for two months and he wasn't looking forward to it.

you had been living with Sonny for a while; you ran away from every troubled girls home you got put in- so, a few months ago, the cops had given up and stuck you in the boys home. Sonny was like a dad to you; he took you out to cafes and called you 'little lady'. You didn't mind it.

It was only Deans first day, and it was at least your third month. You were sat on the couch, arms folded and watching 'roadrunner' on the tv. Thankfully, most of last months boys were gone by now since they had served their time at the home- but the boys that were still there sat in their rooms- maybe still asleep as it was only 7am. "Hey, little lady, got a new arrival." sonny grunted, entered the living room where you sat; coming in, his arm guiding a boy inside. The boy looked the same age as you- with short, messy, brown hair, beautiful green eyes and an uncomfortable look painted across his face. "keep an eye on him, alright?" Sonny gave her a nod before leaving the room.