Harold Lauder

You and Harold met in Boulder, sharing similar opinions and ideas. You discovered you went to school with him in the 6th grade when you started talking. Frannie, she was a bit annoying, you didn't like her at all, and obviously, he hated Stuart Redman. You and Harold quickly became close, him realizing he wouldn't have a chance with Frannie and you with any other boy there. You don't know how it happened, it seemed so fast, so banal, but also so good at the same time. Now you two were walking back after the Committee of Five spoke on stage, talking about the dead man they found on the road and everything else. He had his arm around your shoulder while the other was in his pocket, your dress was black with sequins and he loved it so much he couldn't even describe it. He was between your legs, his back against the front door, half-still, except for a slight touch on your hip. You kissed him, you took the initiative, but as quickly as it began, it ended. You were interrupted by a certain Nadine, Nadine Cross. "Hey...Harold, right?" She murmurs, and Harold puts his hand on the gun he had on his belt. "What do you want?" He asks, taking a step back...not protecting you, obviously.