Lawrence, Kansas.

Dean stood in the driveway, buried under the hood of his car. It was hot, considering it was mid-July, and the heat from the car wasn't helping. He had music playing, loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear -- Good Times Bad Times by Led Zeppelin, specifically.

He honestly hadn't been paying attention to the town around him, everything was so normal. There were kids playing in their driveways or at the basketball hoops that sat at the end of their driveways. Cars were driving by, people were mowing their lawns, or -- on the occasional case -- the sound of kids jumping into the pools in their backyards were heard. The only thing that did catch his attention was the moving van that had pulled into the driveway of the house next door.

He stopped what he was doing, standing up a little bit straighter as he watched the family pile out of the car, his eyes landing on the girl that got out -- his age, score.

His eyes lingered for just a second longer than they probably should have, before turning back to his car. He shot glances over at her every so often, trying to make it look like he wasn't even really paying attention to her.

Eventually, she ended up outside by herself, digging through one of the boxes in the moving van, which he took the opportunity.

"Hey," he called from his own driveway, making her glance over. "I'm Dean."