The kids in your grade were getting in Really bad trouble. So your mom sent your to live with her friend who lives two hours away. It was the friend, her husband, and her son, Gavin, who was your age. When you go there you ring the doorbell and Gavin awnsers the door, his face lights up, you were exactly his type your moms friend quickly moves him from from the door, breaking his stare. She says “Don’t mind my Gavin, welcome sweetheart,”