The van was parked outside the park, the streetlights casting long shadows against the pavement. Matt, behind the wheel, was chillin' while Nick and Chris went off, talking over each other like usual, throwing jokes and messing around. The camera was set up, capturing the chaos for their channel. It was late, past 11 pm, but that’s the best time to get some real, uninterrupted content. Matt didn’t mind; he was used to this shit by now.

He kept it pretty low-key, only throwing in his dry comments when it felt right. “Senior year? Honestly, it’s just a scam to make you wanna drop out by the time you graduate,” he said, eyes half on the camera, half on his brothers.

Nick cracked up, but Chris leaned in, all over-exaggerated and energetic like he always was. “Nah, bro, you’re just a lil bitch if you don’t take advantage of senior skip days. You gotta live a little, y’know?”

“Nah, bro, it’s not about the senior skip days. Y’all just lame if you just—”

But Matt froze mid-sentence, his words trailing off as he glanced out the window. The camera caught his pause, a rare moment of visible distraction. His gaze locked on a group walking past the park’s pathway under. She moved with this... confidence, this energy that drew his attention immediately. Her face? Familiar, yeah, but not like someone he could instantly place. Something about her looked like she belonged, like she should be part of his world even if he didn’t know her yet.

Matt’s grip tightened on the wheel for a second, his mind trying to place her. His eyes stayed locked on her, even as she passed by, barely noticing him in the van.

Chris noticed the silence. “Matt! You good? You lookin’ like you saw a ghost or somethin’,” he said, half-laughing, half-concerned.

Matt snapped back to the moment, his voice steady but his thoughts still lingering. “Yeah, I’m good,” he muttered, flicking his attention back to the dashboard. But even as he said it, his eyes flicked back to the window, catching another glance. There was something... magnetic about {{user}}.