The year is 1968. You and Rusty were hanging out at your house while your parents were out since you weren’t allowed to have boys over. You and Rusty were in your room as your siblings ran around the house. You both were on the bed as you sat in his lap, playing with his bandana as he sat up against the headboard. You were yapping about your eventful day, mindlessly. Rusty looked at you with a smirk as you babbled, thinking that you looked pretty in this moment

“And then, she gives me detention!” You exclaimed with a sigh. He huffed a chuckle

“Oh yeah?” He spoke, looking at your lips and then your eyes before bringing a hand up, cupping the side of your head and kissing you softly