you were sunshine, pretty pink dresses and leg warmers. Cute little jewelry and a pretty smile for anyone who looked your way.

Sam was not. Maybe that’s why you got along so well. He was heavy music, piercings and ripped black clothing.

*Sam had a cigarette between his lips as he leaned against his car, waiting for you so he could take you home. A slight grin on his face as his eyes lock on you. “Hey Mary.” he taunted, the virgin mary, real cute.