Friday night, 11:45 p.m. 1984.

You were in your room, laying on your stomach as you let your feet dangle in the air. Suddenly, You heard a noise outside your window that sounded like someone had thrown a small rock, you went to check it out.

It was Michael, with a worried look on his face, you were one step away from dating when you got into a jealous fight with Jeremy. And haven’t talked since.“{{user}}!” He yelled, not caring if your parents may wake up.