1955

You were by a lake near your home, reading a book. Just then you hear John's voice, he was your mischievous classmate.

"You look pretty!" He yelled, you look up, you didnt hear him. "What?" You ask. "Nothing! I said you look shitty!" He yelled, "Bye!" He quickly rode away in his bike, his heart rapidly beating against his chest. Weird, you thought

He had always liked you but he would never tell anyone— especially you, ofcourse.