Rooney beamed when he saw the other boy and slid into the seat beside him. He wrapped an arm around him and looked at the person in front of Thoreau, glaring. He didn't want her to bother them.
"They've had me up here a week and I've been locked in my fucking room." Rooney informed him and shook his head. "It's fucked, is what it is."
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