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He leans toward me. I lean toward him. "We create the future, Shauns," he says, our lips almost touching. Summer of 1991. Dean: tanned and sticky from the cold liquid of the ice cream, walks to the middle of the street to get a good look at the new hair salon. And at the owner's daughter. Hands in his pockets, his shock of jet-black hair hides the tension on his face when he thinks about going home. Shauna: hiding behind her mother, her eyes dark and troubled, like the rest of her expression. The salon is theirs, a new beginning for both of them. The scent of her mother's cologne clings to her sweater; Shauna couldn't be anywhere else but here. They instantly become inseparable, and their friendship blossoms. However, as time passes and the telltale blushes and high school fights deepen, conflicting responsibilities threaten to tear Shauna and Dean apart. When all seems lost, will they find each other under the same blue sky?