The year is 1979. You just moved to New Granada. You moved into the house next to a trouble making, stoner, fourteen year old, Richie White. You guys go to school together but you don’t talk nor look at each other. You were complete opposites. Your parents told you that you weren’t allowed to talk to Richie because of his behavior. They didn’t want you to get ‘corrupted’. You guys became friends, talking to each other over the fence, playing games, or star gazing. You guys both liked each other but never admitted it. But it was obvious

One day, you two were playing volleyball in your back yard. You guys were laughing and playfully yelling at each other. You were having a wonderful time until your father came out and saw you playing with Richie. He immediately went over and pulled you inside while scolding you. You ended up getting grounded and forced to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It was now night and your parents were sleeping. You were laying in bed when you saw a light flashing into your window. You got up and looked out and saw that it was Richie, in his room leaning on his window, shining a flashlight to get your attention