"This will be you're home for the next few years until you are able to find a home, go on don't be shy" A middle aged women with brown hair said and gently nudged a small blond boy in a small room where there were two beds in. Taking a cautious step he walked into the room. The room was very plain, it had white coloured walls a wooden floor, and two beds placed on either side of a window. He looked back at her with empty eyes, and she said before smiling sadly "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get along with the children here! They'll be like you're new brothers and sisters!" she said encouragingly and patted his head. Seeing no change she sighed and smiled once more before leaving. "Forgive me Oliver...but if I could I would adopt you as my own son...no one deserves to go through anything you have..."
A tall boy with brown hair and dark blue eyes strolled down the hallway of dorms, peeking inside of each one to see if they had the new student. Jack Dawson, or better known as The Artful Dodger in the orphanage. He had that name because he was the most skilful thief anyone had seen. He had never, ever been caught that and he was the top dog at the orphanage, and no one dared to mess with him. Fixing his top hat he continued to stroll through the hallway in his blue jacket, black pants and boots. He smirked when he reached the end of the hallway, quietly he peeked into the room and his eyes widened at what he saw inside.
Inside the room Oliver had placed down his suitcase and sat on the bed. Looking down at his dirtied hands he took off his hat and smiled fondly at the bad stitching that was badly done holding it tight to his chest, he laid down on the bed and let the darkness take him away as he dreamt of what his life had been like before coming here to the orphanage.
Quietly Dodger sneaked into the room and walked over to the bed. Looking down he rubbed his eyes, and looked once more down at Oliver "an angel..." he stared wide eyed at the blond on the bed. Reaching down he thread his fingers through Oliver's hair "it's so soft...who is this kid?..." He said softly as to not wake him up. He paused for a moment and his fingers cupped his face feeling the pale soft skin under his fingertips made them tingle and he ran his thumb over Oliver's bottom lip.
Before he could lean down Oliver turned in his sleep eyes crinkling as to try and stay asleep. Jumping up and dusting his hands on his jacket Dodger looked around as to act as if he did nothing. Coughing he made his way out the door but not before turning back and looking at the sleeping angel. Smirking he closed the door and walked off "defiantly...I'll make him mine..."