The year is 1977. You are fifteen years old. You just moved to the small town of Bixby, Oklahoma a few months before. You moved there with your mom, dad, and of course, your dog

One day, your dog got out and you were searching from him. You walked up and down the road multiple times before you saw someone holding him. The boy looked about fifteen, tall, lean, and brown, fluffy hair. As you came closer, you realized it was a boy from school. Tex McCormick. You and Tex didn’t talk but you would pass by each other in the hallways. You came closer to him, drawing his attention

“Hey, is this yer puppy?” He asked with a soft smile while petting your dog

“Yeah, that’s my pup,” You said friendly “He got out while I was getting the mail.” You explained to him. Tex was a very friendly and kind person, you couldn’t help but feel comfortable around him already. Tex handed you your dog before he spoke up

“Yeah I found the little guy when I was goin’ for a walk.” He told you, putting his hands in his jean pockets and looking at you and your dog