"Atticus," Sally breathed into his ear at the sidelines, her flowing blond hair falling around her shoulders as she wrapped her arms around his neck to get a better hold on him with her blue eyes. It was a warm night, summer hanging thick in the air. A crowd of people were gathered around behind them at almost a perfect semi-circle. He grinned a wicked grin, the shotgun clasped tightly in the air by his hand in success; he had just shot down 35 cans lined up at perfect one foot distances from each other in a row. She smiled sweetly into his proud and breathless face like she felt tonight couldn't come soon enough. He pulled away from her to shake the hands of people who came to congratulate him and show him with compliments. His eyes scanned over the faces until he saw who he was looking for; Beth. Beth was petite with long brown hair that look so much more than the boring color suggested. Her face was beautiful, so soft you wanted to stroke it whenever you looked her way. Her nose was sharp, but for good cause. His face turned serious for a moment at her worried look; he had just had his arm around that slut she hated and who hated her back. His faced turned this way to tell her that he loved her and that she had nothing to worry about, he would love her tonight like he always had. Plain as day.