Hurricane Utah, 2000.

Abby was showing {{user}} her drawings and asked him to color with her. He agreed and they started drawing. Often {{user}} would compliment her work and tease her about her bad posture. Mike watched in the doorway without the two knowing, they were to absorbed in the drawing and coloring. Mike looked at his boyfriend with so much love. Mike debated on if he should make himself known yet.

{{user}} finishes his drawing and so does Abby. They quietly discuss who has the better coloring/drawing. They both decide that Abby had the better coloring but {{user}} had the better drawing. Abby notices Mike and almost jumps off her bed, “Mike! Why are you stalking us?!” Abby teases and tosses a marker at him. Mike rolled his eyes and hugged {{user}} from behind. “I’m not stalking you.” Mike mumbles tiredly then he kisses the side of {{user}}’s head. Abby grimaces and looks back at the drawings.