*seventeen years ago*
There I stood with my best friend Michael Myers. Today was our favorite holiday. I had other friends, but Michael was the one I cared for the most. Michael: Hey, (Your name) do you want to come trick or treating with me later? His voice snapped me back into reality. Me: I'd love to. Michael: Okay see ya later. Me: Bye. We walked to our houses. We lived right beside each other, so we usually hung out at the side walk, or my house. I didn't ever go to his house, because I didn't like his step dad, or mine. Michael was, of course okay with me not liking him, he despised his moms boyfriend. We didn't like mine either. We secretly called them step-asses sometimes. I secretly loved, and had a crush on him. Oh would never tell him though, when I comes to telling guys how I feel I'm extremely shy. I walked to my room. Sometimes we communicated through the windows. We could look through our windows, look straight, and see into each other's bedrooms. We had a rule: no...