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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November 17th, 1991. 6:21 P.M.
Dallas and Vanessa were sent home on the next train that morning after their little detour from sleep, and didn't see each other until days later when he knocked on her apartment door. The pair had been suspended from school for two weeks, and were expected to keep up with all the class work from home much to his discontent.
Dallas slapped a thick pile of books onto her coffee table, "I can't believe they're forcing us to do all this school work." he complained, staring back at the mountain of assigned work.
"It's not a vacation. We just can't go into the physical school." she chuckled, appearing unconcerned, "Come on, let's get started. I think we will be up all night with this."
Dallas groaned dramatically, flipping open the first page of a book before closing it again, "Need. Drink. Thirsty." he moaned, clawing at the skin on his throat.
"Me too. Get us a soda."
"Me?" he asked, a bit stunned that she was allowing him to get it himself. He sometimes had to remind myself of how close they had become, it was a weird dynamic between the two.
Vanessa rolled her eyes, "You know where it's kept, lame boy."
Dallas pushed himself up from the hard wood, and went into the kitchen. The house phone started to ring as he passed, and Vanessa almost jumped over the couch to avoid him from answering.
He thought it was a little weird but continued on his way. There was a sense of restlessness in Vanessa that he hadn't seen before, sure she could be like that by nature but not in this way, he could tell if something was bothering her, or whoever was on the other end of the phone.
Dallas had returned with two soda cans in hand and she had seemingly forgotten about her thirst and was persistent to continue with the work. Even to the point of hurrying him to sit down.
With the history text book slain across her lap, she directed questions in his direction. Dallas attempted to figure them out, and respond with a correct answer but the words kept mixing up on the page.
