New Year's Eve, 2084. Justin Kim is 23. Stephanie Day is 24.
* TS2 pictures just because I had some that were sitting on my hard drive for almost 5 years that I never used! It won't be a regular thing though. ;) New Year's Eve 2084 from Stephanie's point of view. This is the other half of that story, from Justin's point of view.
* TS2 pictures just because I had some that were sitting on my hard drive for almost 5 years that I never used! It won't be a regular thing though. ;) New Year's Eve 2084 from Stephanie's point of view. This is the other half of that story, from Justin's point of view.
Justin's mom had finished three glasses of wine and now she felt like telling embarrassing stories from Justin's childhood. She thought it was cute, but Justin wasn't amused. He was also too miserable to be embarrassed. This story was about that little boy he used to pick on outside Stephanie's house. "Do you remember how mad you used to get?" she said to him. "You'd come home all bent out of shape because she was playing soccer with that boy."
She was exaggerating, Justin figured. Bent out of shape? "I did not," Justin said.
"You did. You were so jealous. You'd come home ranting and raving. I always used to tell you, 'Why don't you just play soccer with them? Then you could all play together?' But you weren't the sporty type, were you? What was his name? Steph, do you remember?"
She was exaggerating, Justin figured. Bent out of shape? "I did not," Justin said.
"You did. You were so jealous. You'd come home ranting and raving. I always used to tell you, 'Why don't you just play soccer with them? Then you could all play together?' But you weren't the sporty type, were you? What was his name? Steph, do you remember?"
