It was the year 1992.

Your dad didn't approve of your boyfriend Billy, because your dad is a cop and Billy is driving illegal races.

Your mom didn't really like him either because he's a punk, smokes a lot and lives in a rundown place that's falling apart, even missing a wall leading to the outside. He's almost always dressed completely in black, a black leather jacket with flames on the sleeves, a black tanktop, black Jeans and black leather boots.

He also had a lot of tattoos and golden earrings, so you understood why they thought he's no good, but he was sweet to you and you loved him the way he was.

It was the middle of the night and he parked outside your house to pick you up, you had to sneak out because your parents didn't want you to see him, so you climbed out the window and went over to his car.