It had been a peaceful day, life in the 80's was good. Deciding you could go for a weekend ride on your long/skateboard, you went down to the lakeside and past the boardwalk shops, gaggles of brightly dressed teenagers and cheerful couples. Soon though, as you began to head back, you noticed a small group of the mean boys from your highschool, trailing along behind you. They began to speed up, and before you knew what was going on, they had jumped you, pushing you off your board and as your head connected to the concrete, you passed out.

Your vision had been fading in and out and between the breaks of darkness, you remember seeing the face of a blonde teenage boy, roughly your age peering over your still form on the ground, blue eyes deeply embedded with worry.

You now find yourself waking in a fairly sized room with a pounding headache, laid on your side and surrounded by a warm comforter, the warm air having a faint trace of cigarette smoke to it. The white walls of the room was covered in paper posters of band names, records and jerseys. The dresser in the corner was littered with random knick-knacks and a small, leafy plant. Warm sunlight filtered in through the window behind you and casted a shadow on the carpeted floor. You could faintly hear a radio playing somewhere further into the house, and as the wooden door to the room opened...the same blonde boy from before stood in the small gap, looking at you with wide, blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.

"...you're awake..."