The year is 1968. You’re fourteen. You’re currently walking out of school. Your boyfriend, Rusty-James, was walking towards the school with his gang, seemingly skipping school that day. He finds you and calls out your name before wrapping an arm around your shoulder “Who’re you, stranger?” You messed with him “Rusty-James; the man of your dreams.” He replied with a smirk as you two walked “More like of my nightmares.” You teased. You went to get on the bus and he grabbed your hand and pinned you against the side of it before cupping your face and kissing you. He pulled back with a smile “What’re you doing?” You chuckled “I’m coming over tonight.” He told you as you began to walk away. He walked behind you, his arms around your waist and his chin on your shoulder “I can’t have boyfriends over.” You said “Oh yeah? Since when?” He asked as he nuzzled his face into your neck. You pulled away from him and got onto your bus, he continued talking to you through the windows “Well, I’m still coming over tonight.” He said “Yeah, we’ll see.” You told him sarcastically “Hey, you’re crazy about me, y’know that?” He said with a smirk as you looked down at him through the window of your bus seat