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 26th, 1991. 3:20 P.M.
"You're finally home!" Dallas shouted from his front porch. Vanessa stopped and dropped the grocery bags at her feet. He seemed to be waiting for her which was unusual. Vanessa could've sworn he would be furious with the little stunt she pulled, but instead he was excited to see her.
"Where else would I be?" she yelled back, rubbing her sore hands together.
Dallas held onto the railing of the porch, shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know... I thought... Did Daniel walk you home?"
Vanessa stared off down the street, "Yeah... Hey, wanna go get some dinner?" she finally asked, changing the subject. For once she didn't want to speak about Daniel. Instead she wanted to spend time with Dallas as friends did.
His face lightened up at the mention of food, he nodded his head a few times, "Sure." Dallas replied coolly, playing off his own hunger.
August 26th, 1991. 5:34 P.M.
At dinner, they ordered waffles with whipped cream from the new diner. Normally Vanessa would argue about breakfast foods being eaten after midday, but she didn't feel the need to anymore.
Over the time she had known Dallas, she had realised that some things just need to be let go. She didn't want to admit it but he was starting to have an influence on how she saw the world.
During the meal, the discussion of the day came up. Dallas felt the need to remind Vanessa of certain things, "I can handle myself. I don't need you defending me against someone like Rachael."
Vanessa smirked devilishly, she loved to make him uncomfortable, "Are you mad I made you look weak?" she asked innocently with doughy eyes.
Dallas squinted, "You can't even make an ant look weak." he growled, pointing his fork at her.
"I can so!" she boosted, "I did a pretty number on Rachael this afternoon. I reckon I could handle anyone now."
