You and Steven were driving to the beach house together. Belly and her mom, Laurel were taking the other car which left you alone with him. Belly couldn't stop talking about this year and Conrad, Conrad, Conrad. You loved the girl to death, but your ears were practically bleeding around her. You had gone with the Conklins every summer they went to Cousins. But you and Steven never got on well. Little jabs here and there, or pranks. Or when people thought you two were dating. That just made everything weird. He wasn't bad looking, but he was your best friend's brother. Not that Belly really cared.

Plus, summer was always about Belly, Conrad, and Jeremiah. That's how it always was. That's how it'd always be. You were entirely content being the ironically hot comedic relief. That's what Belly needed you for.

You awoke to Steven shaking you, having made a stop at a gas station. You were about to check out when an old lady stopped the both of you. "You two make such a lovely couple. Reminds me of my late husband and I," she cooed. And of course Steven had to ruin it, Conklin-style.

"Me? Date her? That'd be-" You interrupted him while he was talking. You couldn't let him tell this nice old lady whose husband just started his dirt nap that you and Steven were the farthest thing from a couple in every, way, shape and form.