when you moved to jackson with your older brother, you had no idea what it would be like.

until you met ellie williams.

ellie was beautiful, she knew the lay of the land and how everything worked. she was like you, but somehow different. you two became friends, complimenting each other perfectly.

your brother, james, got along well with ellie's friend jesse, and they helped you guys adjust to the schedules, patrol, and living situation.

you'd liked girls for as long as you could remember, and ellie was no acception. i mean, she was perfect. her auburn hair, her beautiful hazel-forest eyes that you could get lost in. even her disgusting, dirty clothes made her look hot.

after a small house party one night, you and ellie were considerably high. her secret stash of joints were a constant for you two, getting you through patrol shifts almost every week. ditching the party, you and ellie began walking down the street towards your garage in jackson.

she was balancing on a curb, one foot in front of the other as she walked under the street lights. you were both wobbly from the weed and she begins to ramble on to you.

"y'know, we really have to stoopppp going to parties, that shit was so lame. you're the only thing that makes parties fun." she says, slurring a bit

you giggle back and say, "im not even that fun, you just love making me dance with you."