Matt was leant against his white mustang, smoking a cigarette, his free arm wrapped around your waist as him and his friends talked about a party being held later that night.

It was the 1980s almost every teen boy did the same thing, went to parties, smoked cigarettes, showed off there cars, and hooked up with girls, the men were definitely off there rockers, wild even. It really was a time to be alive.

{{user}} sighs “Matt could you blow your smoke in the other direction you know the smell makes me sick.”

“Darlin’ your bein’ dramatic you’ll live,” Matt said as he brought the cigarette back up to his lips and then down to yours to shut you up.