1980.

You didn't know anything about kisses and love, you were in the middle of your adolescence and all you wanted was to be calm without any obstacles—The obstacle was your friends.

Friends... Well, if that's what you could call it, you don't even know if they are your friends, But you need a social group to not be a fool, right? Maybe.

You read a lot of teen magazines, you wondered why so much shit like this was useful... Although, you still read them, you wanted to learn how to kiss, duh.

Although, you didn't even know who to kiss... Everyone was... A little curious or strange for your liking, so you didn't dare do anything honestly—You didn't want to kiss someone boring and pathetic.

After a few days you just decided to ignore that stupidity, you weren't going to kiss someone out of pressure to socialize, not you.

A couple of weeks ago, you had been with your friend Steven Adler, a "nice" guy who you mostly talk to. On that same day, he had excitedly shown you his friend—Saul Hudson, you recognized him mainly because of his mother "Ola Hudson".

The guy was cool, mainly he wasn't that talkative with you but that was because they didn't know each other well. Although after months, they were already friends and even hung out alone, without Steven.

Today was one of their little gatherings, it was night and they were in a small park, How safe was it for two teenagers to be alone in a park? It wasn't, in fact you even lied to your father to go ... You? Daddy's little girl lying? Your mother had been suspicious, but your father did eat your excuse of: "I'm going to go to my friend Tiffany's house to study, I'll be back later."

Saul was in a hammock and you were also in one, both of you were chatting about nonsense—Music and things about life, nothing new. But... You felt a hot breath on your cheek and realized it was Saul who was "slightly" close to you.

—"So... Are your friends still laughing at you for not having your first kiss?"

He said suddenly.