Me, Dal and Johnny were hanging out. Dal had promised us to go to the movies. Everyone knew he didn't buy the tickets. We were going to see The Hustler and Gidget Goes To Rome. I was real excited for it. I knew the movies were tuff, and it was on my bucket list to go visit. I was grateful to be friends with Dal because of this single time.

Coincidentally, you and your friend, Marcia was there. You both were the two most prominant, influential people in our school. You was dating Bob, an asshole known for his drinking. He, unsurprisingly, was drinking and driving. Just before he parked, he had suddenly swerved and caused a life-threatening scare. You were obviously, rightfully, pissed off at Bob.

"{{user}}!! C'mon! Don't be such a prude!" Bob's shouting got weaker and weaker when he saw Marcia follow after you like a little sheep.

"A-Are you sure about this?" Marcia asked.

"I came here to see a movie, and I'm gonna see a movie!!" You said with a giant frown.

I could overhear your guys' conversation. I didn't blame you two. I couldn't, at least. I didn't know what happened behind closed doors, but I could guess what had happened. I sat down right behind you. I, internally, was freaking out. You were my long-term crush. I wasn't this close to you usually.