He lived alone for years. His parents dying at a young age isn't his fault, really. But he think it is.

Dallon Weekes isn't exactly from a well off family. They lived a simple life. A house just right for him and his family. Sometimes they have less than what they're suppose to, but mostly, they just have enough. And that's okay, because his parents taught him to be contented to what they already have.

Bread and soup, a few rice meals, fish, and if his father got a good pay in his salary, they'd cook something special.

His mother taught him all he needed to know about household chores, all the way to laundry and cooking meals for them. If his Mom couldn't cook for them because she's sick, Dallon would take her place while their Dad is away and to help feed his siblings with what they need.

His brother Jordan says he always tries too hard. And maybe he is trying too hard on everything. Even getting A+ on all his subjects makes his brother wonder if he even knows what 'fun' is.

Dallon does, to some extent.

His past time after every chore and studying is playing with the ukulele his father had given him on his birthday.

A little strum, a little practice, and experimenting on the tone, Dallon enjoys playing with it. Usually, his favorite is listening to his father play "Can't Help Falling In Love", singing the song in a low, soft voice with only a candle to light them in the night before going to sleep.

But then accidents happen, and things will never be the same again.

Death changes a lot of things, it appears.

Jordan and his other siblings now live in his Aunt's care, in which Dallon is thankful for, that they still have someone who would be willing to look out for them. He still keeps in touch through letters and phone calls, but he misses them a lot.

That's how Dallon finds himself in his current situation, living alone in a shady looking apartment in the outskirts of the city. His cost of living only relies on the different sidelines he takes. Construction jobs, carpet cleaning, working in diners and real estates, and now, working part time as a teacher aid in a school just inside the city. With expenses for his family, rent, electricity, water, food and commuting one place to another, it's hard to leave budget for some new clothes or nice looking shoes for himself.

But that's okay. What matters is that he could keep working to keep his family alive.

"Arf arf!" A playful bark calls his attention as he turns to see Zero wagging its tail excitedly at his feet.

"Hey, buddy. Ready for your breakfast?"

"Arf!"

Zero is the only thing Dallon has with him. Even with the risk of his land lord scolding him for adopting the poor dog from the terrible storm, his land lord was kind enough to make an exception despite having a "No Pets" policy as long as Dallon learns to discipline Zero properly. He's proud to say he's been doing a good job.

His land lord is a nice old lady who asks him errands from time to time if ever his grandson isn't home from the university.

Speaking of errands...

The knocking on the door is right on schedule.

"Good morning, Dallon. Here's the list of today's groceries and the keys to the car." Mrs. Truman greets him with a kind smile.

"Need anything else, Mrs. Truman?"

His land lord retrieves her wallet and pulls out a $100 dollar bill. Which makes Dallon wonder why Mrs. Truman would give such a large amount despite living alone.

"The extra $50 is for your own food to buy, dear."

Dallon was never one to ask anything from others. Let alone be given something with no reason.

"I can't take this, ma'am."

"Nonsense, dear." The old lady says, placing the hundred dollar bill in to his hands. "You've done favors for me and helped me when I needed it. This little gift is the least I've given you compared to all the things that you've done for me."

His land lord ushers him out of the apartment, much to his protest of getting so much money.

While Dallon's life is not much for a lot of people, he doesn't regret having the life he has right now. Sometimes, the little things are the important ones, and he cherishes that.

He could take this grocery shopping with a smile today.

****

He stand corrected. This is not something he asked for.

Dallon is currently driving his land lord's car with a total stranger suddenly barging into the passenger seat.

Now, in any normal circumstance, Dallon would stop this car right now and call for help with this man being a possible tuxedo-wearing criminal hiding from the authorities. But he knows better that a criminal would not risk wearing such an eye catching outfit used to do a bad deed.

That tuxedo looks expensive too.

The stranger beside him looks young. What are you suppose to do when you have a terribly young, disheveled looking boy in your passenger seat as if he's hiding from someone?

"Are you lost? Do you want me to take you home?" He starts off the discussion, looking straight at the road.

The kid jumps in his seat, looking frightened and anxious. "D-Don't take me home, please. I-I ran away..."

"Ran away? From what?"

That's when Dallon realized. The tuxedo.

He halts the car on the red stop light and turns to the younger man, who's fiddling with the ring on his finger nervously.

Oh.

"You ran away from your wedding, didn't you?"

Dallon felt the other man froze from his peripheral vision as he begins to drive off.

He was right.

"I-I don't wanna get married." The kid mumbles, which makes Dallon curious about this tuxedo wearing boy in his passenger seat.

"Okay... But what do you want?"

It's obvious, by the look on the kid's youthful face that he doesn't get asked that question often. Or perhaps never. He knows how society has standards, and the rich always had this urge to impress. Media coverage to celebrity scandals, they expose themselves. Their actions are restricted, and only used to impress the crowd. Totally disregarding the things that a person wants to do.

He wouldn't wish to have this kid's life. But it saddens him to see how this boy experienced it in such a young age.

"I-I... don't know what I want." The stranger admits later as Dallon parks the car in front of his apartment building.

A youthful man such as this person has so much more to live for. How will such a person survive without nothing else to live for? He doesn't deserve that life.

Dallon mentally sighs in defeat. He needs to stop taking strays in when he already has less for himself.

"Are you coming inside, or what?" He calls out to the other man who was just standing there, so unsure of what to do as he stands on the pavement.

The tuxedo-wearing boy rushes inside the building, welcoming himself inside his apartment.

Oh boy.

****

After explaining himself to his land lord when she asked who the mysterious boy was, he barely made it out of that one. 'He's a friend of mine who'll be staying for a while.'

He hates lying.

"This apartment is so small." The kid remarks, as he observes the whole room. "But it's unexpectedly clean though."

"I clean it everyday." Dallon responds as he puts away the food he bought inside his mini fridge.

"Why not let others clean it?"

Cleaning is something people would never find as a fun chore, but Dallon enjoys it, no matter how odd it is for some people. It's a thing his mother taught him that the joy in chores starts with one thing: singing.

"I can't afford something like that." He says instead, which is also true.

The kid hums, flopping down on his old dusty couch. "That sucks."

Dallon stares at the other man for a moment before concluding: "You're rich, aren't you?"

The boy proceeds to lie on the couch, not even bothering to take off his shoes. Rude.

"My dad is a politician. Senator Urie?" He says casually as if it wasn't a big announcement.

As for Dallon, he is now scared for his life, bringing home the son of a powerful politician into his apartment and the authorities might mistook this situation as a hostage for taking the said son in his crummy old place.

He needs to make this kid leave.

"D-Do you have a place to go to?" Dallon silently prays this kid would leave as soon as possible.

"Well, I have friends I could stay with. But my Dad knows all of my friends. He'll find me there if I decide to stay with them." He turns to Dallon, giving him a smirk. "You'll be glad to know that your place is the last place my Dad would ever search on. So, be honored that you'll be having me for a long time."

Dallon Weekes didn't ask for this life.

****

[A/N: I know some of you are getting really excited for the next chapter of Little Giraffe but I gotta do this hahaha I've been planning for this fic for months so yeah hahaha

I hope you guys liked this! Thanks for reading and have a nice day!]