**COMPLETED** "Did you just let him pee on the fence?" The crabby lady from next door asked us, a scowl ever present on her pale face. "No. It rained in that one spot." I replied sarcastically. A laugh threatening to fall from my mouth. "I'm not stupid." She stepped out onto her porch. Eyeing us angrily. "Could've fooled me." I spoke up, taking in her horrendous appearance. "I...well-uh. Stupid teenagers." She turned around and stomped back into her house. Slamming the door behind her. I burst into a fit of laughter and grabbed Carson by the arm, walking out of the backyard. "Have fun in hell lady! Send me a postcard." ******* Carson Lawson and Valerie Rosemont have been living next to each other since they were kids. When Valerie was 13, Carson pulled her out of the road only seconds before she would've gotten hit by a car, and somehow managed to save her bike as well. He said she owed him that day, but she thinks he forgot. Did he? Or is he saving the favor for a rainy day?