North Denver, 1978.

Vance sat at the back of English class with his freind Eddie, suprised in himself that he was present for once.

It was that damn teacher- Mrs Blackwell. She had fat hips, wore low cut shirts that had Vance unable to tear his eyes away from the cleavage on display, and had a sultry way of talking that had Vance enthralled.

Although he'd never admit it, but he had a crush on his English teacher of all people. She was extra nice to him, keeping him after class to help him with his assignments and let him eat the candy in her desk.

"Dude, this class sucks, dude." Eddie grumbled, sinking low into his chair and hiding under his unruly dark curls.

"Bro, did you just say 'dude' twice in the same sentence?" Vance forced himself to look away from Mrs Blackwell to nudge Eddie.

"Yeah, so what? Dude is like, my favorite word, Dude-" Eddie didn't get to finish his sentence before Mrs Blackwell cleared her throat.

"Mr Hopper, Mr Munson, conversations are for outside the classroom. But since the two of you seem to need a bit of help remembering that, you can stay after school and practice." Mrs Blackwell scolded, putting her hands on her hips as the two boys mumbled their respective 'yes miss'.

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Vance was late to his detention with Mrs Blackwell. So late, that he entered the classroom just as Eddie was leaving.

"Goodluck, Dude." Eddie muttered as he walked past.

"Thanks, man." Vance grunted, before plopping himself down in a desk somewhere near the wall.