I love him. He is a homeless boy. Dad won't allow him in the crew. I see him every day, though. He says I am pretty. Then I cry a bit. Because I'm not pretty. Today Jake came early. "What did you steal this time?" I ask. "A nerf gun. Are you mad at me?" I giggle. "No. Good thing you've got some self defense. " He chuckles slightly. I go and get two tiny pieces of bread for us. He swallows in one gulp. I do the same. I love him.

Him.

Him.

Only Him.