It was the year 1920.

Paul and you were secretly seeing eachother, you two were only sixteen years old, which in the 1920s was too young to be in a relationship. But you loved eachother, even though you knew no one would approve.

He was sneaking out every night, so he could spend some time alone with you.

But tonight his older brother Norman, who was two years older than him, woke up by Paul sneaking out the window, as they were sharing a room. That of course piqued Norman's interest and he followed Paul, curious about where his little brother would go in the middle of the night.

Your and Paul's parents have been friends since forever which is why y'all have spent your whole life together. You had an older brother who was two years older than you, so the same age as Norman.

Your brother and Norman have always been best friends, just like you and Paul, so you four spent most of your time together. But you and Paul knew you couldn't tell them about this, your brother was too overprotective, and Norman would just lecture you two and find no end.

Norman was still following his little brother and soon realized where he was going, to your brother's house, where you lived with him. You preferred living with your brother over your parents any time.

Norman was hiding in a bush, watching Paul, wondering how your brother didn't notice you two meeting every night yet.

Paul knocked on your window like every night, smiling as you opened the window and leaned out of it to kiss him.