Jackson squished his face against the train window, mentally saying goodbye to his family. He didn't turn from the window until the station had left his view. The train cabin was cramped and untidy. Trash and bags of belongings littered the floor. People pushed and shoved, yelling at each other to be hear over the racket everyone was making. Children ran along the isles, first playing this game then that one. However, in the mist of all this chaos, someone was sleeping. 
He had already been on the train when Jackson boarded. He had brown hair that fell into his eyes. His clothes suggested a hard time, torn in places and in need of a wash. He looked to be around Jackson's age, but in nine cases out of ten, looks were deceiving. 
The whole ride to the city, the teen did not stir. He slept soundly, not waking up even when an adult had spilled their coffee on him. It was when the train was nearing the last stop if the night that he finally woke up, stretching and glancing around the now nearly empty cabin. Jackson didn't look away in time and ended up locking eyes with him. 
"Which stop?" He asked.
"Last one." Jackson answered. 
"Alright, I'm getting off here. Your new to the city, right? Country bumpkin. I'll take you where your going." Jackson said nothing, a little put-off by the insult. They didn't exchange any more words until they were out on the platform. 
"Where are we going, Bumpkin?" The teen tilted his head. 
"I don't know."
"Then why'd you leave?"
"There were too many of us. My parents spend so much money on food alone, so I ran away." The teen grabbed his arm, pulling Jackson into the streets. 
"I'm Elliot, you can stay with me." He tugged the smaller through the streets, constantly glancing over his shoulder and gesturing for Jackson to stay quiet. He didn't question Elliot, too tired to care. After traversing what felt like miles, they reached an unremarkable house. Elliot shot his tired a smile before knocking. 
A soft, "Who?" Came in response.
"Elliot, with a lost lamb." The door opened to reveal a teen with a noticeable resemblance to Elliot. Had the teen the same green eyes, they could have been twins.
"And you are?" Then teen spat at him. 
"Jackson." He nodded, move aside to let Jackson in. Jackson glanced over his shoulder before walking deeper inside the house. Elliot was being held up, talking quickly to the one who opened the door. Jackson turned away when they hugged, walking into what he supposed was the living room. He sat down, taking the room in. Dust decorated almost every surface, and little nick-knacks covered any section that wasn't needed to walk on. Conversations came from the hallway, and Jackson was careful not to accidentally eavesdrop. He was saved from getting a cramp in his neck by the boy who opened the door coming in to talk.
"I'm Sunny. There are next to no rules here, eat whatever, sleep wherever. Don't make anyone angry, we're all capable of beating you up. Elliot is in charge currently. Go find a bed, you look like you need it." Jackson stumbled out into the hall. He flopped down next to a tanned guy on the first bed he saw, passing out almost instantly. 
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Short chapter. Don't worry the next one is really long! (By my standards. ^^ )