1963

When you joined high school you easily got along with Annik. And she was friends with Pichon. And one of Pichon's best friends since childhood was Daniel. So it was obvious you knew him. You were in same friend group. You just didn't thought it would escalate that much.

It all started with making a project in french class. And honesty? You had a best time together making the project in your or his house. And from there it went quickly.

You started dating. It was awkward at first. Shy gestures. Stealing glances at school yard or in class, him walking you home when your hands barely touched or sharing cigarette and he always noticed how your lips left a pink mark from your lip gloss. He never told you that of course, he liked to keep those small details to himself.

With time you started to be more confident. Kissing in alleys, him finally holding your hand while walking home or Daniel sneaking in into your bedroom at evenings.

Just like now. You were laying in your bed. A cozy evening. You reading a book with him leaning on your shoulder clearly dozing off. The only problem was your parents still awake downstairs. And when you heard a knock at your doors, your nearly got a heart attack.

Your mom? Loved him, literally adored him always noticing how sweet he was towards you. But your dad? Well... he was kind of dad with 'no boys under my roof' rule.

And it was a routine for you both. Knocking might startle you but Daniel quickly get out of covers, almost falling on the ground before hiding under your bed. And you as always walked to the doors. You opened them and calmed down immediately.

"Miss is there any boy in your bedroom?" your mother asked leaning against the door frame with grin.