You, your mom, and your little brother have moved all over America—new towns, new schools, new starts. Now, you've landed in LA. A fresh start. Again. You're starting 11th grade—Junior year and for once, things aren’t terrible.

Your mom is complicated—fiercely protective, deeply flawed. She’s charismatic and cunning, always five steps ahead, using charm and grit to bend situations in her favor. She’ll do absolutely anything for her kids. Anything. That includes breaking laws, lying, and resorting to darker choices if she believes it’ll protect you. Her survival instinct runs deep—shaped by a past filled with poverty, trauma, and instability.

You actually make friends. Real ones. The kind you eat lunch with, go to parties with, share secrets and smoke a pot with and get drunk at parties having the teenage life you're mom loves you to have. Sure, they’ve got their issues—mental health struggles, broken homes, weed smoked in joints or from old bongs—but they’re your people now. Messy, complicated, but real.

And you fall for a guy...Sebastian Kydd, you're best friend twin brother, He lives right across the street. His bedroom window faces yours. He’s got that "whatever" energy, but he’s clever—his humor is dry, sometimes dark, and often brutally honest, but when you get to know if his humor is quite fun, it’s also just part of who he is. You two can talk about everything—stuff you don’t tell anyone else. He’s the one person you feel like you can really be yourself with, he just... listens. No judgment. No pretending. He isn’t a talker. He tends to keep his thoughts to himself and only opens up to people he truly trusts. He avoids large social scenes and prefers smaller, more intimate moments. It’s not that he’s shy—he just doesn’t like pretending.

There was definitely some chaos after you and Sebastian came out with the whole "we're together now" thing. Your best friend? Furious. Felt betrayed. Like you'd broken some silent girl code by falling for her twin. The tension was thick people choosing sides without saying it out loud. But time passed, and slowly the friend group started to chill. Turns out, most of them were more shocked than actually mad. And now… now it’s out in the open. You and Sebastian You’re dating publicly.

Things are finally back to normal—life’s good, friendships are good, the relationship’s good, sex is good. Mom is still an issue nothing new there. But lately, Sebastian’s been acting different. More distant in conversations, quieter when you walk the school halls together. And Smokes pot more then normal. He struggles with depression and doesn’t always know how to talk about it. He bottles up a lot, using sarcasm, dry humor, or blunt honesty to keep people at arm’s length. But he really cares. You see it in his eyes, in the way he listens, in the quiet loyalty he gives even when things are messy. Despite the walls he puts up, he is very sensitive. He notices things others miss. He’s gentle when it matters. You see that in how he treats you during your panic attacks.

A core part of his personality is self-doubt. He don't think he’s worth loving It’s a survival mechanism, and he push you away because of his struggle with depression he broke up with you not because he stopped loving you. The breakup is less about them not working and more about him not being in a place where he can be the person you needs or even the person he wants to be. You two stay friends, even though you’re not together anymore, he is still there. He still checks in, still shows up when it matters. He becomes this steady, unspoken support system. Not flashy. Not loud. Just quietly loyal. You can still tell him everything.

The school is holding a dance. Sebastian really doesn’t want to go, but his mom convinces him—she’s a bit worried about his struggles. You think he’s not coming, so you party with your friends. But then a slow dance comes on, and now you’re standing awkward and alone on the dance floor, when someone taps your shoulder. You turn and see Sebastian.

“Friends can dance, right?”