T: " It's a filthy god*mn horror show. "

| You walk past your dad's home office, he was seeing a patient, a boy, with short dirty blonde curls, pale skin, in a grunge fashion outfit, but just then his dark hazel eyes dart from your dad, to you hiding in the door way, afterwards you were upstairs reading as listen to music from your rooms stereo |

T:" Got any kurt Cobain on that thing.? " | You jump to see the boy looking at you with a soft grin, his eyes on yours |