It's the start of the 90s, and seriously out of style Vanessa tries to navigate the struggles of growing up without the guidance of her parents. Meanwhile Dallas Winston, the boy next door returns back in town after a year away...
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all PAIRED up
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August 11th, 1991. 3:46 P.M.
Dallas really didn't want to go home to the emptiness of his small place with both of his parents working night shifts. His father worked down at the powerplant six nights a week and his mother worked at the local hospital as a nurse.
Now that it was just him alone, he didn't like it one bit. The house was a small two story building that got dark earlier than most houses due to the tall buildings casting shade over it.
The memory that belongs to the house always seemed to haunt him since arriving back in town. He loathed the quiet and despaired in the thoughts that came with it. It was that silence that deafened him, and left him swaddling in a corner of fear. For that door down the end of the hall, left unopened since the accident. It was that door that he feared the most.
With nothing much else to do while Marla was out with her parents, and Daniel on a date, he had to find another way to distract himself. He considered going down to the bleachers but around this time at night all the college kids and older criminals come along, making a dangerous environment to be in.
Dallas had tried to straighten out since coming back to town. Getting off the harder party drugs, and even tried to keep away from that whole scene of crime, it did him some good. Daniel helped with that a lot as he wasn't into that scene to begin with.
On the way home from school, Dallas stopped by the convenience store a few blocks from his house. It was much easier to go here than it was to go across town to the fancier grocery store. He needed to kill some time before he needed to head back home.
He walked next to the freezer wall trying to figure out how to waste more time, at the same moment he saw the girl from next door, Vanessa. She had a shopping basket on her arm and looked far too invested in a can of soup. She quickly became his solution.
Dallas edged closer to where she was, noticing that her basket was completely filled with prepacked foods like candy, pretzels and even microwavable pancakes. It was clear that she didn't know how to cook or maybe it was something else, something more sinister that Dallas started to believe.
