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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August 15th, 1991. 3:30 P.M.
Vanessa and Dallas moved through the very familiar lobby of the apartment building. He could only imagined what it looked like past the front desk, until now... she was guiding him upstairs.
As they enter the elevator, Dallas is drawn to the marble interior. It was fancier than anything he had witnessed before. He watched as Vanessa keyed in her own personal password, then slipped a card into the space below the intercom. The speakers jingled before lifting them, weightlessly upwards.
It only lasted until the second floor before they stepped out into the carpeted corridor with only a few doors. The one right at the end was the one Vanessa lived in.
Dallas followed her to the number 7 room at the end of the hall. She unlocked the door with a key that was kept chained to her belt loop.
They both held their breaths as the door opened, both for different reasons. Dallas because he hadn't been in such a place like this before and Vanessa because she had never led a boy into any room.
Dallas looked around, the place had an overall sense of cleanliness. The floors were light oak wood, with white walls.
What struck him most was the lack of furniture. There must've been a television, couch and a dining table set. That was it. It looked like nobody lived there. He wondered where her parents were... and if they were neat freaks, because it would explain a lot.
As Vanessa stood behind the kitchen counter, Dallas walked over to the large balcony doors, and saw directly into his bedroom. It seemed so disastrously messy from over here. Even his mindset was changing into Vanessa's over here.
She was the one to break the ice, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
Vanessa said. Dallas could already sense her discomfort by the pain in her voice. He thought it must've been weird for her to have him over, or any boy to be exact. She didn't scream, well, experienced.
