Summary: Robert Singer's life kind of sucked. Most 13 year olds think their lives are the worst but Bobby's defiantly was. Stuck in a crappy little town in the middle of nowhere living with a neurotic mother and an abusive drunk of a father, maybe that's why he was so easily persuaded to hang around this kid that just seems to attract trouble. What's the worst thing that could happen from being friends with this kid named Crowley anyway.

Authors Note: I know bad summary.). Got the Idea from7x10 when you get to see kid Bobby. I just kept on thinking he must of been really handsome/cute in his 13-25(30,40,well his always handsome) and how Crowley would just love to tap that. Also this will most likely be riddled with errors so if you find them send me a message and I'll fix it ok

Warning: Browley (Crowley/Bobby) Gay love all that kind of stuff # Abuse#

I ran my fingers through my fringe trying to get it to cover my face so no one would notice the bruises all over my forehead even though it wasn't very likely any one would do anything about it. It was a small town and the only teachers that came out here were ex-offenders of some kind or just barely holding onto their licences as it was. Taking another look at the bathroom mirror that was placed just over one of the three sinks in the bathroom. Back facing the blue coloured stalls I sighed grabbing my cap pushing it firmly on my head before slinging my bag over my shoulder and walking out of the bathroom. It was easy navigating the halls seeing as it was a small school with only two buildings one having 3 flaws the other only having two. Making my way to the cafeteria effortless rushing through the double doors almost running into Karen Falls. Mumbling sorry softly as I made my way to the back of the room where a small table for four was. Sliding into the seat I put my bag on the table rustling out a brown paper bag and my homework. Sitting there in my own companying for a good 5 minutes, and half of my sandwich until someone was to my left, smirking barely making a sound, it was just me looking at him and him staring at me. Black hair Dark brown eyes and a smirk that showed all his white teeth his dark coloured clothes seemed to make him even whiter and it was obvious by the way he dressed that he was one of the corporate kids that are only in a small town because Daddy goes were the mining contracts are not because their poor.

"Names Crowley "He said in a British like accent which gave me a weird feeling down my spine and in my stomach. I realized finally that his hand is outreached to me for me to shake grabbing it quickly shaking it a little too firmly "Well aren't you the strong one, for a boy o….ffff"

"Thirteen" I finish for him

"Well, well he speaks, what about a name to go with that darling" He says sliding a little closer to me

"Robert Singer, but Bobby's fine" looking around nervously grabbing my homework shoving it into my bag feeling the need to do something with my hands

"No, I quiet like Robert, sounds good on my tongue" We continued like that for the rest of lunch me saying something, him saying something suggestive back.

Sitting in maths class I let my mind wonder mostly to Crowley wondering if maybe we could be friends I knew I was just getting my hopes up and that was a bad thing. Because no matter how nice someone seemed on the surface they always had some sort of darkness underneath. But with my mind on Crowely everything just went back to his voice the way it made my body ache weirdly and something in my abdomen burn almost. It was strange and a part of me said it was for the best to never talk to Crowley ever again but the other really desperately wanted a friend any friend just someone to talk to and have fun with. The bell echoed through the class room loudly shocking me from my thoughts. Collecting my books and pencil case from my desk, chucking it carelessly into my back pack before heading to and out the exit. I walked barely six steps before a hand took my shoulder.

"Not heading home already are you darling" Staring up at Crowley confused, having no idea where he had come from.

"I need to head home straight after school or I'll get in trouble" I said stopping mid stride in result pulling him around so he stood in front of me

"Come on mate I'm sure mummy dearest won't even care" My mother wasn't what I was particularly worried about.

"No means no you idjit" I choked out the cuss

"Seriously that's the best blasphemy you got" My frown did nothing to detour his cocky grin "Come on darling I'm only talking a little fun nothing to dastardly" He said grabbing my arm and pulling me down the hall. Maybe encouraging this Crowely guy was a bad idea after all.