Tuesday, June 1, 1965

This was absolutely ridiculous. Having to walk all the way to the grocery store at 9 o'clock at night to grab my grandmother's cat some freakin' cat food.

God forbid it'd wait until morning.

So here I was walking down the street, in the dark I might add. The only real light coming from the street lamps. To make matters worst, it was cold, like really cold. And my sweatshirt just wasn't cutting it; the wind went blew right through it. I couldn't help but shiver, picking up my pace as I hoped to reach my destination faster.

Normally, the Tulsa was warm and you didn't did a sweatshirt or anything like that. But tonight was different, the weather had dropped majorly. Leaving us all pretty suprised, seeming how it was the beginning of summer.

Oh what timing my grandmother has.

I finally reached the grocery store, rushing in as I escaped the cold summer air. Moving past a group of kids, grabbing a basket as I started my search for cat food.

I walked down aisles, my converse continually smacking against the tiled floors. Eventually, I found the pet section but was soon faced with another problem.

The brand of cat food my grandma gets was on the top shelf, way out of my reach. It was like they were taunting me, mocking my lack of height.

I put the basket on the ground, placing my foot on the bottom shelf, leaning some of my weight on it. Testing to see if could hold me.

I place my other foot next to it, standing completely on the low shelf, my fingers holding onto the middle one to keep me steady. I stretched, desperately reaching for the bag. Even with my new found height I was still unable to reach it. Leaving me completely clueless on what I should do next. A deep chuckle came from behind me, making my head turn.

"Let me get that for you" He spoke in a husky voice.

I stepped down allowing him to grab the object I was struggling to grab. His height made it easy, he grinned as he held out the bag to me. My breath seemed to get caught in my throat as he stood closer to me.

He was somewhat intimidating, his towering height making me feel like I was the size of the child. His hair was dark, strands of it falling over his forehead. Brown orbs stared down at me, amusement flashing through them as if he was trying not to laugh at me.

The boy was desperately handsome, and I got the assumption that he already knew that. The smug smirk on his face gave that away.

"Thanks" I murmured, taking the bag from his grasp and putting it in my basket.

"No problem." He replied. I turned around, ready to make a beeline for the checkout line. I was quickly stopped though, his hand wrapping around my wrist. "Hold on, I do believe you owe me" He grinned.

"Hey Dally, you ready to go" A voice asked. Another boy walked into my view, standing to him.

"Yea Tim just give me a second" The boy nodded, disappearing down another aisle. My wrist was released, falling back to my side. He moved closer, lips lingering near my ear as he started to speak.

"I'll be seeing you soon"