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 18th, 1991. 12:08 P.M.
A man and woman stood inside the door with it closed behind them. He had a silk undershirt paired with a white suit and leather loafers to match. While she wore a cream pantsuit, and flashed her bright white veneers. Not an inch does her hair move when she lumbered towards a violently quivering Vanessa. The pair reeked of wealth and expensive perfume.
Dallas pieced it together, they must be her parents. And here he was... in their daughters apartment... as she was wearing pyjamas. This didn't look good for the both of them.
"You didn't tell me you were having sex, pumpkin?" her father roared with humourless humour.
Vanessa's face registered mortified, "Dad!" she sputtered, "No. No. No!"
Her mother sat her down on the couch again, "Oh, sweetheart. It's about this time that people start exploring their sexuality..." she trailed, "... Around the time your father and I-"
"Dallas, please leave!" Vanessa begged him, highly embarrassed with what her parents were accusing them of. Her skin was even turning pale the more they spoke.
Her mother and father both chuckled together, it was this odd dynamic which made Dallas uncomfortable, and helped him understand Vanessa's strained respect for them.
Vanessa rapidly turned to each of them, "Mum. Dad, what are you doing here?" she urgently asked.
"Well, Vanessa this is OUR apartment." her father pressed, "I mean I work very hard to pay for it. Don't I?"
Her mother nodded in agreement, "And I would appreciate my own daughter making a conscious effort to take our calls."
As Dallas attempts to slip out the front door, Vanessa's father stops him in his tracks. He trails his eyes over Dallas with a hint of concern. He noted the shoes covered with dried mud and dirty jeans.
