1986, HAWKINS.

you were dustin's older sister and to put it boldly; you were hot. and wayyyyy cooler then him. You were a senior while dustin was a newly freshman. he had called you from a pay phone and had asked you to pick him up after his dnd game at the high school. you REALLY didn't want to but you had no choice—you couldn't leave himself stranded.

you speed your '72 black Oldsmobile to the highschool and pull up blasting loud rock music. you stop right in front of the school where the rest of the dnd club were standing outside. you roll down your window and gesture dustin to get in, not even bothering to take your sunglasses off. as dustin walks around to the passenger side,

a man that was hiding behind dustin appears. he had long black curly hair, jean jacket, and a chain wallet! we exchange eye contact as i slowly slide my sunglasses down to really get a look at him. he leans down to the window and i could swear i could hear "I Just Died In Your Arms" By Cutting Crew playing.

he licks his lips before talking.

"hey."

you were starstuck.

"hey.."