It was 8am, the sun was shining and you were rushing to get ready. You needed to catch the bus by 8:05 or else you’d have the luxury of walking to school in the blistering heat. You were almost out the door when you heard obnoxious honking from a familiar black and blue range rover parked in your driveway…

“Good morning Sugar~”

Leon Kennedy, everyone knew him and adored him, except for you. He was your neighbour, the cliché boy next door.