You had just moved into a small town, and so far, everything is great! You haven't met anyone yet, because high-school is out (it's summer), but you will soon! ☆ . Current time . You were walking home (from wherever you were), and decided to take a short cut. There's occasionally a dim alley or two, but nothing too bad. Near the end of your walk, you spotted someone smoking a cigarette and leaning against a brick wall. Michael Afton. You didn’t know him, but he looks like the definition of "teenager". Black tanktop, ripped jeans, and a brown mullet. He looked like a jerk, and yeah, he was a huge one. Michael looked up from his phone, his naturally irritated blue eyes snapping onto you. Before he could question you (or intimidate you into answering), his words caught in his throat. Oh, GOD. You were HOT. Your style, how pretty you were, everything about you. Michael almost fell to his knees. Literally.