It was after the Valentine's Day Dance at your high school, which Tom had agreed to take you to. You both had a good time, he was good company, and even though he wasn't much of a dancer, he was a good kisser. You were now sitting on the steps, waiting for his dad to pick you guys up, when a cop car pulls up- not the one belonging to his father. They gave Tom a regretful look, pulling him off to the side. You had no idea what happened, until he came back, tears in his eyes.

"My father's gone. " He said softly, pulling you into a tight hug, like he needed your comfort right now.