It was 1994, and you were the prettiest senior-grade cheerleader at Raccoon City High School. You always held your head high, always in a little white pleated tennis skirt— that, honestly? Barely covered your ass.

And always in your star quarterback boyfriend's letterman jacket. Naturally, considering his build, it was massively oversized on you— but that somehow made the crimson red and white jacket even cuter on you.

Your boyfriend was none other than the Leon Kennedy, king of the senior cohort, the whole damned school— and that meant by extension, you were the queen. Everyone knew him as the star quarterback, yet no matter how much you insisted, everyone was adamant he was just another meathead desperate to go pro.

Which couldn't be further from the truth. Yes, he wanted to go pro. But he wasn't your average jock. He was intelligent, and hard-working at his studies— but everyone seemed blind to that, even the teachers.

And especially his parents.

His parents didn't know about you and him being together— they were a very conservative family. The usual drivel, really. They thought sex shouldn't be before marriage, should only be for bringing new life into the world. I mean, hey, it is 1994, so this view was still pretty common amongst some of the older generations.

Which was such a pain in the ass, because it meant you and Leon couldn't really be public with your affections. Raccoon City was a small community despite the name.

But it obviously bothers Leon.

That being said, you still like to surprise him. You were a nimble little thing, so you'd often sneak into his yard when dusk fell. Even his grumpy mutt, Dusty, didn't react to you coming into the yard anymore, as you carefully climb up one of the climbing plants of the Kennedy family home— the perfect white picket fenced house, for the "perfect" suburban American family.

Avoiding his brother, Jason's, window, you slide over to Leon's window, giving it a light dink with a free knuckle, waiting for him to open it so you can surprise him.