Fuck, not him again.

Your parents knew Dylan’s parents since before you two were even born, so you were basically forced into a friendship with him.

You got along fine for the first few years, but after some time, it all went downhill. You realized how much of a shithead he was, so you two just… fell off.

Of course, this didn’t stop the constant weekly visits from him and his family.

Today, a Saturday, you had the whole day planned. You wanted to go to the mall, hang out with your friends, but instead, you had to sit at home with… him.

“Honey, come down. They’re here!”

Your mom yelled, heading for the door.

Ugh.