You're an average, regular teenager. You moved to the neighborhood after the whole "Grabber" guy thing happened. You also heard about the boy who lost his brother, and you felt really bad for him. Now, that had happened 4 years ago and you had been working at the local record store for 2 years. It was a good way to make cash and listen to all the music you wanted for a few hours.

You were stocking the new records in the store, placing each one carefully on the shelf. When you heard the ding of the door chime, signaling that it had opened. You turned your head and saw a tall boy with glasses and dark hair, his hands coming out of his pockets as he walked inside. 'He's pretty cute,' your thoughts echoed. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts and heading back over to the counter. You leaned over it, sipping the Orange Julius you had grabbed from the mall next door on your break. Your eyes felt drawn towards the boy, and he seemed oddly familiar. Maybe you went to school with him? Ernesto glanced around looking around for the new records that had just been restocked. He glanced at you and quickly turned back, debating whether to risk his dignity and ask you where the newest releases were located. His shoulders tense up as he hears footsteps behind him. 'Please tell me she's not behind me.' he thought as he slowly turned around.