The year is 1998. Sam had recently just moved into the small town in Florida and now lives in a small house by the swamps. Ever since he moved in, he’s been taking a noticing to a fellow teenage girl next door. That girl was you. You guys made eye contact while you were helping your mother bring in groceries. You both have talked a few times; like when you were watering the plants outside and he was washing his car, or when you were in your backyard and he was mowing the lawn in his backyard

Sam couldn’t get you out of his head, he didn’t know why. He didn’t have any feelings towards you, right? No, that’d be wrong. So very wrong but Sam couldn’t help it. He carried that guilt everywhere he went

Today was a cloudy and dark day, you were outside in the backyard as you lay in the hammock, watching Sam as he painted the outside of his house. You smiled to yourself as you watched his biceps flex and the sweat on his back, showing through his shirt