The night of May 9th, Haley Price was waiting to meet up with her boyfriend, Brian, so they

could make out and talk about what a bitch Alex was being lately.

They're going to meet at their usual spot, the field outside the bottle cap factory.

Bluff springs his dark at night.

There's only one street light, and it's the moon.

You can see the stars, which is romantic as fuck.

The two of them liked to meet in the fields and hook up and Brian's mom's old camera.

They liked it because the seats were climbed all the way, and they thought it was cool that

it still had a tape deck.

That's pure romance when you're young and in love, and don't live steps from the finest

cultural institutions the country has to offer.

Haley loved that car.

I do too.

I mean, we've both thrown up in that car, you know?

But Brian texted Haley to tell her he would be late.

He was preparing an elaborate balloon sculpture depicting the two of them on a speedboat to

prompt pose under.

Haley told him not to come.

He was getting late anyway, and she was cold.

She wanted to go home.

I was really hungry anyway, so I made this thing I called meachos, and it's basically

like nachos, but instead of chips, you use ground beef.

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