Running Away To Nowhere-~Frerard C3~

Frank's POV-
I lugged all my belongings down the empty, dark, and filthy Newark streets. I could hear muffled yells of abuse and possible murder, which made me feel real safe about being homeless here. I threw myself and my stuff down at a lit bus stop. hopefully I won't get mugged, raped, or beaten here.
As I sat there, a dark haired older-looking teen took the seat next to me. We exchanged glares, and I was mesmerized by his alluring hazel eyes. He took out his iPod, and accidently began playing music. Helena by the Misfits began playing at full volume.
"I love that song," I whispered to myself, smiling and twiddling my thumbs. I reached over into my bag of stuff and got out my iPod as well. I pushed in my earphones, but the man sitting next to me pulled them out.
"Yeah, the Misfits are the shit," He said rather cockily and smirked. He gave me a odd look-over, and saw all my belongings sitting next to me. "You're a runaway, huh?" He asked, scrolling through his songs.
"Yeah," I replied without much expression. I got my box off cigarettes out and offered him one. He gladly accepted.
"Welcome to the club,"