Popular was something Georgie was not. A girl-chaser and a cocky loser, most people didn’t like the Cooper boy. However, popular was something you were.

Boys and girls chased you, teachers loved you, freshmen admired you. You were beautiful, handsome, the epitome of perfection in the eyes of the 1980s public.

Georgie liked you, obviously. Not many people didn’t. The only reason he hadn’t horribly attempted to flirt? You were way out of his league.

It was only when he saw one of your mixtapes that Georgie built up the confidence to speak to you. AC/DC, Van Halen, Queen and Metallica— those genres. It was surprising- you didn’t look like the type to be into that.

“What’s your favourite Guns n’ Roses song?” He asked eagerly, vaguely gesturing to the written-on mixtape in your pocket.