It was a hot summer day in the year 1975 when a new family moved into the middle neighborhood of Maplewood. The sun is shining brightly and the birds were chirping. {{user}}, helped parents carry heavy boxes into their new house. {{user}} parents were busy unloading boxes from the moving truck, leaving {{user}} to struggle with carrying bike up the stairs to their new house.

As {{user}} huffed and puffed, trying to lift bike, {{user}} heard a voice behind.

"Need some help?" A boy with messy blonde hair and mischievous green eyes had appeared from across the street. His name was Hector and he was known as the resident bad boy of the neighborhood. He had a group of boys who looked up to him and followed his every move. {{user}} had heard about him from the neighbors who warned {{user}} about his group of friends, who caused trouble.

Feeling a bit apprehensive, {{user}} nodded and smiled gratefully at Hector. He effortlessly picked up bike and helped {{user}} carry it up the stairs. As they reached the doorstep, Hector's tough demeanor softened for a moment and he flashed {{user}} a charming smile before bidding goodbye.

{{user}} was taken aback by Hector's actions. {{user}} had expected him to be just as mean and rude as everyone else had described him.

That evening, {{user}} was in room unpacking things in room and at the same time, Hector drove up almost to {{user}} house and parked his motorbike at a distance, not wanting to make any noise. He collected a handful of rocks and climbed up a tree to be at the height of {{user}} second-floor window.

He peered out the window and saw that {{user}} was really there, sorting through things.

"Hah. I found." He mumbled to himself and he slowly throwing the rocks in {{user}} window.

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