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s.r. ~ hills

Tulsa, Oklahoma. You and Steve's favorite spot in town.
Friday, 1966
04:32 p.m.

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"Oh come on, you dragged me all the way here just to accompany you to sit here? Steve, I have to practice for band soon."

Steve had dragged me all the way from my house to our favorite spot which is under a dead tree on a small hill.

"Just for a while, please?" He said.

"Oh alright." I said. We sat down and laid our backs against the tree. Just like how we always do when we were kids.

"Y/n, I dragged you out here to tell you something." He said.

I faked a gasp. "You're gay?" I said, sarcastically.

"No! Never!" He said, making me laugh. "Don't you think I didn't remember the one time you called James Dean 'hot'." I said. "Oh please, that was just one time. You said many women are hot too!"

"And every other woman find other women hot too." "Whatever." He said.

Then there was a silence. Only the sound of birds and cars.

"You like me don't you?" I said, breaking the silence.

"You know too much." He sighed. "Yes, I do and it's been on for a long time now but I know you're not into guys like me."

"I feel bad to turn you down." "It's okay, don't be. I'm fine." He said. "No you're not, clearly. Well, I have found you attractive though..." I said. He immediately looks at me in the eyes.

"How about, after band, you pick me up and impress me?"

"Wait, really?" He asked and I nodded my head.

He quickly hugged me.

"You are literally the nicest, most sweetest person ever." He said. "You're too nice."

"Well, that is who I am. The nice girl in twon but she's got a tough side inside her." I said.

"Yeah, I'm still tougher than you are."

"Excuse you, I can take away the privilege of you impressing me." I said. "Okay you're tough." He said.

"That's more like it, now c'mon. I gotta hit the drums."