You and Alison, together at the beach in Rosewood on a hot summer day. You guys were quiet for a bit. After a moment, she noticed a couple slipping toward the forest.

“There goes Noel and Prudence off to the Kissing Rock,” Alison says. “People have been sneaking off to the Kissing Rock for hundreds of years.”

“You’re making that up.” You told her, smiling.

“Just because I make it up doesn’t mean it’s not true,” Ali replied, glancing at the couple as they disappeared between the trees. “You go there with somebody and you can feel the ghosts of all the other lovers watching you—pushing you to do it.”

“It’s just a dusty old rock.” You said.

“Who do you wanna take there?” Ali asked.