The Orphanage. ( New and Accepting.)

Arrow ran after him quickly, grabbing her hat off of his head, "Give me that." She went back to their room.

Sam rolled his eyes and took out the ingredients, slowly piecing together a sandwich.

Arrow kept drawing the broken glass, setting fire to it.

Sam put it on a plate and jogged back up, handing it to her. "Here..."

Arrow grabbed the sandwich, taking a bite. "Nice job 7 year old."

Sam rolled his eyes and knelt down next to her bed. "I wouldconsider myself an immature 8."

"Would you like to be demoted to an immature 5?" Arrow smirked, taking a bite then adding a couple other fie streaks.

Sam shrugged. "Doesn't matter much to me. I just want your hat."

Arrow shook her head grabbing her hat from her head and clutching it in her hand.

San made a face and tried to take it from her with little attempt.

Arrow clutched it like it was her life source. "No way."

Sam sighednd roed his eyes. "Fine then."

Arrow put the hat back on her head, gangsta style. She took another bite of the sandwich, adding something to her drawing.

Sam sighed and looked over her shoulder at the drawing. "You're good Blondie."

Arrow rolled her eyes, not freaking out this time. "Thanks, dirty Blondie."

Sam smirked slightly and looked at her. "I see...cute." He said, standing up and walking over to his bed lying fat on his back and staring at the ceiling again as he sighed softly.

Arrow shrugged it off, starting to draw the hat.

Sam sighed and flicked his thumb against his arm. "I'm bored again."

Arrow then wrote R.I.P. on top of the hat. She put the sketch pad down, glaring at him. "Go.. uh. Play outside."

Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes. "That's stupid...I want my IPod back..." He closed his eyes and sighed. "I can't find it anywhere..."

Arrow pulled it out from under her back, "This it?"

Sam glared at her and stood up, snatching the IPod out of her hand. "Ya...It is." He said and sat back down on her bed, pushing her feet to the side and turning it on. "I brought my computer...Lap top. Don't tell them though...I don't have wifi but I like to write on it..."

Arrow shrugged, "Fine. Just don't tell them I happen to have this." She pulled her pocket knife out, it was another thing special to her, never going anywhere without it.

Sam blinked and nodded, putting in the pass code and looking at his settings. "I have one of those...It's not on me though...I bring it when I go out...So if I step out of this room I probably would bring it...I don't need it so much..." He blinked and tucked the IPod under his bedspread in the corner.

(Hey JoJo! How you doing? And for some reason I want Drake to get mad at them again...It's kind of fun when he is mad. xD)

"Eh. I never take it off of me." Arrow shrugged.

((I'm good. On this one? Your gonna have to help me punish them then. I hate puniching myself. It's boring.))