Connie sits beside you on lelands old wooden porch, her pinky finger draped over your own in a meek attempt of getting comfort.

It had been a rough day for both of you, school sucked and the people were even worse, which had led the two of you here; lelands porch, a bottle of beer to share as you think over the events of the week instead of goofing off with the others.

"Hey.. do you think we'll be okay?" Connie asks softly, her eyes drifting to your face.