As you pulled up to your childhood home, a wave of nostalgia washed over you. The familiar sights and sounds of your old neighborhood flooded back, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. Among the memories, the house next door stood out—the home of the boys you used to play with, Liam and his older brother Laren. It had been years since you last saw them, and you wondered if they even remembered you.

While the delivery men unloaded your things, you and your mom decided to pay a visit to the neighbors. You approached their door, your heart racing with anticipation. Just as you were about to knock, it swung open, revealing Liam, now a tall boy with a warm smile. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a hug, and for a moment, the years melted away.

As you stepped back, you noticed Laren looming behind him, even taller and still wearing that familiar scowl. You and Laren had never gotten along, no matter how hard you tried. The tension was palpable as your mom entered the house, leaving the three of you alone.

“Is your room done?” Liam asked, his eyes bright with curiosity.

“Not yet,” you replied, feeling a bit shy.

“You can sleep in my room tonight,” he offered, extending his hand toward you with a friendly grin.

But before you could take it, Laren’s hand slapped Liam’s away, and held your wrists, his grip tightening around your arm.

“No she can stay with me,” he insisted, his voice firm and possessive.