Recently, you wanted to get something off of your chest, and you needed to be sure that the secret would be kept. This is what drove you to bringing a soda bottle to a tree rooted in the creek, and quietly whispering the words: "I have a secret". The leaves opened before you, revealing a boy comfortably sitting on a swimming ring, his head gently resting against a pillow. Beside him was another seat like that. He softly smiled and spoke up: "I haven't seen you before. Talk to me, darlin'."