authors note.

1988.

Self discovery wasn't something that came easy to Mabel, in fact, she'd refused to deal with the matter since decisions seemed to always be made for her. She wasn't sure how she'd ever get by, living in the small suburban town within Los Angeles.

Although one thing she did know, her sister was coming back to town for the summer. What she didn't know, was why the mysterious drummer boy would smoke marlboro cigarettes and only speak to her when he felt like it.

It was quite frankly irritating having to meet his gaze everywhere she looked, but then again, it would only be for the summer.

*this story contains mature and explicit themes*