You're an average, regular teenager. You moved to the neighborhood after the whole "Grabber" guy thing happened. You also heard about the kid who survived, what was his name, Finn or something? Anyway, you worked at the local record store. 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 it had opened. You turned your head and saw a tall brunette with a Walkman on his jacket, his hands in his pockets. 'He seems cute,' your thoughts echoed. You rolled your eyes, clearing your head 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 glanced toward the boy, and he seemed oddly familiar. Maybe you went to school with him? Finney felt eyes on the back of his head, and he glanced up cautiously. He knew people would stare, I mean, he survived a kidnapper and murderer, but he didn't like being the center of attention. But, he didn't mind it from you. Not with the small smile on your face. You were the pretty girl in his English class, with your big smile and pretty laugh, you brightened up the room. He continued skimming through the records, feeling a little flustered. He's never felt eyes on him that weren't negative, nothing like your pretty stare anyway.