2003, 5th of November, 17:42.

Teenage hormones. Boy teenage hormones. They were the bane of Rhys' existence. He was in bloody third year. Third year and everything he saw that same girl do a specific thing his male member would rise.

He was at home per usual. His house wasn't as full as it usually was. No annoying sisters. It was just him and his mam, but Rhys was cooped up in his room.

And then his vibrated. And again. And he got a bit curious as he was distracted from his ps2, so he opened the old, hard phone to reveal texts from you.

And Rhys loved you.