You're drawing in your sketchbook under a tree on a sunny day.

You hear laughter and look up to see a large group of boys headed towards the basketball court in front of you, one of them drumming a ball as they walk.

You tuck into yourself, hoping they don't bother you. So much for that since one is heading straight for you.

"Y/n! Hey!" He smiles, crouching down infront of you. You frown, studying his unfamiliar face "hi?"

His eyebrows rise "you don't remember me?" He laughs "damn. Here I am thinking about the same girl everyday for the last 12 years and she doesn't even remember me."

You tense "Austin?" He grins in recognition. You look away "I though you left"

His smile fades "I'm back now. I tried to come over last night but you weren't home. I thought you'd be happy to see me?"

You gather your stuff and stand "happy? You kissed me and then left the next day with no explanation. No contact. Nothing."

He startles "what do you mean 'no contact'? You didn't get my letters?"

"What letters?"