The year is 1979. You’re fourteen and go to school in New Granada, a small shitty town in Colorado. You’re a good student. There’s a boy named Richie White. He was one of those typical ‘bad boy rebels’ who smoke, party, girls all over, and get into all sorts of trouble. You never paid attention to him and he didn’t either, at least you thought. But little did you know, Richie has a thing for you. He always has an eye on you whenever you’re near. He’s been trying to makeup a plan with his friends on asking you out and he finally got an idea

One school day during lunch you were at your table with your friends. Richie was at his table with his friends as well before he got up and left the cafeteria to go to his locker. You were eating and talking when you saw your friends look at something behind you. You, confused, turned and looked behind you to see what they were looking at. You saw Richie nervously holding a dozen roses in a bouquet with a note on it that read

I think you’re cool. Wanna go out?

You stared in surprise as everyone in the cafeteria turned to watch, your friends giggling in the back while Richie’s were cheering him on. Your face flushed red