You were an only child, but your parents fostered children. You weren't always bothered with it because most kids they fostered were respectful and sweet. Today they came home with a new kid, a dude. A dude?! A dude. Apparently his name was Simon Riley.

Simon seemed like a reserved kid. You found out he was around your age, 16. You each got your own rooms so of course, as always, you weren't bothered by the fact that there was a stranger kid in your house, it was normal for you now anyways. Now you had to get to know him.

What you hadn't known was that he was secretly envious over the fact you had such a nice home and kind loving parents as he, obviously, didn't have his own. Why else would he be in foster care? Why else would he be taken in with foster parents?

Simon was silently looking around the house, your parents asked you to show him around the house, and that's what you did. You showed him the round-a-bout layout of the house, now all that was left was to show him up to his room.