The Fox and The Hare

Thinking about it now, my relationship with Michael - Fox to anyone other than myself - had always been a bit cliché. I was the shy, bookish girl who tended not to wear clothes skin-tight, and he was the outgoing, troublesome boy clad in painted on jeans and plaid tops. But, it shouldn't matter if it was cliché or not; from beginning to end he was Fox, and I was Hare, and that was all that really mattered.

the first meeting.
the first butterflies.
the first cigarette.
the first skipped day.
the first date.
the first milkshake.
the first game.