It was a warm night in California. Friday night, 1985. It was summer break.

You and your friend group had went skating together last night and you guys decided to crash at your place for the night. You guys had a slight party, then went to sleep in your room. Randy was sleeping next to you in your bed (bottom bunk), Monica and Stephanie were sleeping on the top bunk, Brett was sleeping with the dog in the makeshift fort he made on the floor, and Jenna had joined him since it was too cold.

As you were sleeping, you got woken up by faint foot steps, you had good hearing. The music from hours ago faintly playing on the boombox. The very edge of the sun spilling out very slowly from the horizon. It was Monica walking around. She froze a little when she saw you sitting up. Shirt off and all. She thought you were so cute. She talked about you to Stephanie sometimes and she’d agree with her.

(whose all in the group:) Randy: your best buddy, “wise-guy” Brett: sports fanatic, never stops talking Monica: recently joined the crew, talks about music Jenna: one word—criminal. Steals stuff from stores sometimes Stephanie: girly-girl, obsessed with pink (basically irl Barbie) and like talking about guys she fount cute to Monica.