A/N: I do not own the lyrics used here, I just got my inspiration for this story from these lyrics and decided to post them with the story

A/N: I do not own the lyrics used here, I just got my inspiration for this story from these lyrics and decided to post them with the story.

Sexy in Latin – Little Man Tate

Well our mums got talking at the village store
I was three you were four
You looked lovely that’s for sure
Just something about you

Together we went everywhere
you scratched my face I pulled your hair
you sent me tumbling down the stairs
Just something about you

You must have known that I want you
You must have known that I want you, don’t you

Something’s happening
It's written on the wall that you're sexy in Latin
This time, come on
Everything’s changing and we can't hold on.

We'd stay out drinking in the park
I'd walk you home after dark
I didn’t mind it wasn't far
because there's something about you

You went to university
You lost your virginity
Saw more of him and less of me
But there’s something about you

You must have known that I want you
You must have known that I want you don’t you

Something's happening
It's written on the wall that you're sexy in Latin
This time, come on
Everything’s changing and we can't hold on.

Well we're not friends anymore
I'm twenty three you're twenty four
you’re still gorgeous that’s for sure still something about you

Now we've done it everywhere
You scratch my back, I pull your hair
We've even done it on the stairs
There’s just something about you.

Something's happening
it’s written on the wall that you're sexy in Latin
this time, come on
everything’s changing and we can't hold on.

Something's happening
it’s written on the wall that you're sexy in Latin
this time, come on
everything’s changing and we can't hold on

Prologue

They looked at each other and smiled as they entered the small corner shop where they had met so many years ago. Neither thought that everything would have turned out the way it did but both were glad that it had done. They smiled at one another as they stood hand in hand at the sweets counter waiting to be served the same sweets as they had done the first time in that small shop tat had barely changed in the twenty years they had lived in that village.