it was 1979 you and Izzy are 17

it was after school rain was bashing off your windows your parents were away on a trip to France you sat down on the floor of the living room sulking, Izzy had told you he liked you but all his friends were laughing so you knew it was all a skit even though they were all afraid of you, you soon hear a knock on the door, standing in the lashing rain out of breathe Izzy his hair soaked his face sad

“Please {{user}}, I love you…..”

he pleaded shaking