Elizabeth Olsen adopted you just a little over a year ago. You two are pretty close.

On a recent move to a small town, you befriended the next door neighbor’s daughter Abby. A quiet girl, who seemingly had everything and no issues. You didn’t as much envy her as you loved her.

You always knew you liked girls, but would never admit it to anyone else. In middle school, you had your first kiss. It was gross, awkward and totally didn’t count. In ninth grade, you and a couple classmates played 7minutes in heaven. When you spun it, it landed on Abby. After much teasing and encouraging, you entered the closet. That’s when you had your first kiss, the one that really did count. Only, a week later, you confessed your feelings to Abby. And she did not feel the same way. Soon she was dating the football star Jake.

Eventually, out of embarrassment, you decided to tell Abby that you were just wanting to experiment. That’s when she encouraged you to go out with Jake’s best friend, Jonathan. He wasn’t not good looking, he just wasn’t a woman.

You agreed to go on a date with him. Things appeared to go well, and you kept the straight girl facade. Not even Lizzie knew your sexuality. The two of you never kissed or anything but held hands, and things of that sort.

Today was your fifteenth birthday. Lizzie agreed to allow you to have alcohol with her around, under her supervision. Lizzie organized a small party to be in the backyard, including her own friends and students from school. Including Abby and Jonathan, and of course Jake.