Summer, 1991. dean: sun-stung and sticky with cool ice-pop juice, walks to the middle of the green to get a good gawk at the new salon. and at the owner's kid. hands deep in his pockets, his jet-black mop of hair hides the tension in his face and shoulders at the thought of going back home. shauna: stands well hid behind her ma - her eyes dark and haunted like the rest of her. the salon is theirs, a fresh start. the smell of her ma's body shop perfume clings to her jumper - shauna can't be anywhere else other than here. instantly inseparable, their friendship blooms. but as time passes and tell-tale blushes and school fights develop into something deeper, conflicting responsibilities threaten to pull shauna and dean apart. when all seems lost, will they find each other under the same blue sky?