Noah had you pressed against the wall on your porch, right next to your front door. You had been seeing the mill boy all summer and had an intense, beautiful summer love. He was seventeen. You were sixteen. You were the daughter of the richest people in this small town. He was a poor mill boy who made 40 cents an hour. But opposites attracted, and like hell they did. After a beautiful date where Noah had taken you swimming, you two were making out on the front porch.

Whenever you were with Noah nothing felt impossible. You two were invincible. The kind of confidence you only get when crazy in love. Everybody in town knew about the two of you. You fought, sometimes more than usual. But you made up.. and made out. Just like now. Noah had insisted on driving you home, but he couldn’t bear to say goodbye just yet. The porch was lit by nothing but a dimmed light by the door, and the two of you were making out greedily.

Everything was perfect. Except for one thing. Due to the difference in You and Noah’s social status your parents didn’t like him a lot. Especially your mom. She thought it was scandalous, a rich, sophisticated girl with all the chances in the world in front of her loving the poor boy that’d be stuck in this town for the rest of his life. Your dad had tried to calm her down, change her mind even. But she wouldn’t budge.

Noah lifts you up, pressing you harder against the wall when suddenly the door creaked open. In the doorframe stood your mother, staring at you and Noah with obvious disgust on her face.