— "jeez, was it 2005 already?"

you lay on the swinging bench on your front porch. it had almost felt like yesterday when you met him. your perky boyfriend, bill. he was in one hell of a famous band, but that didn't stop his devotion for you. when bill actually attended school, you two met properly in middle school. things sprouted, you had corny confessions, and now you've been a couple for 3 years, going on 4.

the creaking of the swing moving back and forth is what bursts you from your thoughts ever so often, but you always end up floating away again. his devotion for you was recognized. he signed autographs quick, avoided one on ones with fangirls, and probably mentioned your name in every interview.

why were you on the swing again? oh, right. he was stopping by. so you waited outside. bill had started his growing up stage, puberty, recently, so his voice was raspy, squeaky, and high-pitched, like one of a mouse. he was one clingy boy but so were you. you were still young, so you had to embrace the young love.

"baabee.." you hear a croaky whine and you tumbled off the swing, sitting upright while rubbing where you hit. glancing in alarm, you notice that silly face of his. his smokey makeup, the black spiky hair, the long pieces of hair covering some of his face.. yep. that was your pretty boy.

he wriggles over to you, embracing you into the warmth of his arms. he kisses the top of your head and you stand there in comfortable silence, for awhile. just you and him. your middle school sweetheart.