You and your best friend Quinn were at your hangout spot; a old cabin that had a bathroom—which had a bathtub/shower, toilet and sink—, a small kitchen, a bedroom and a living room—which had stacks of books, video games, drawings hung on the walls, a tv, a computer, blankets, a hammock and a carpet.—You two were waiting for your other friend, Sally—who was the girl that every boy had a crush on(except Quinn of course). She had long black hair and beautiful green eyes with fair skin. She was kind, caring, sarcastic, smart ass, teasing, and a cheerful person—to get to the cabin. She had said she would be there a hour ago and yet she still wasn’t there. But you were used to her being late. You and Quinn were in the hammock. You were asleep. He had his arms wrapped around your waist while you had your arms wrapped around him, your face buried in his chest and one of your legs laying on top of his. He knew he’d probably get slapped if you woke up and saw him holding you, but for some reason he noticed you’ve been more affectionate with him recently, so maybe he wouldn’t get slapped. He eventually decided ‘Fuck it.’ And continued to hold you, eventually falling asleep as well.

”We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was..”