1998, Saturday, November 3rd. In a small city outside Germany ———————————— Ollie woke up from his fluffy dog, Hazel licking his face. He grimaced as he wipes his saliva covered cheek “Hazel.. Yuck!” He groans in irritation, seeing the sunlight coming through his curtains. He knew there was no point trying to fall asleep again. He puts his feet down the bed, trying to find his slippers. He slid his feet across the wooden floor to find his wooden slippers. When he does he stands up whit a stretch and a yawn. He starts going downstairs. He heard the old scrappy radio playing, aswell as his mom humming. It smelled good. It always smelled coffee in the kitchen in the mornings. He looked up on the ticking clock to see the time. He had some time before he was supposed to go and pick up the mail. “Good morning, hun! Slept well?” His mom said in a cheerful tone. “Yes, mom. Thank you. I’ll take some breakfast after I got the mail, y’know.. just to have it over with.” She gave him a proud smile “Yeah, smart. Oh! My boy is getting so big!” “Mom.. I’m only 14.. Jesus..” ———————————— He went biking down to town. Saying hi to some random elders he found on the way, as he finally got the mail for his mother, he bumped into someone on his way out. He fell on the ground. More surprised than hurt. He looked down on his mail to pick it up as another hand did the same, accidentally taking his. He looked up to see a pretty boy crouching in front of him. Probably his age, but definitely shorter. “Oh holy biscuits! I-I’m so sorry! Let me help you whit that!” The boy said, clearly panicking. It’s a small town. He must be new here.