Your Mother and father split up when you were 5.

both had different dreams. Different ways to live.

your mother wanted to be in New York for her fashion line.

while your father wanted to be in Los Ángeles to support his company as the CEO.

so your father went to LA to work at his company while you and your mother stayed in Brooklyn New york

as you grew up, Your parents developed a system

you’d be at your mothers during the school year, and you’d go to your fathers during the 3 month summer break your private school gave the students

summer break started last week

so of course, it was that time of the year.

the time where you had to pack up and leave your friends for a summer with your dad

you hated being away from your friends for so long. It could be so boring at your dads

tho, at least he was rich.

and he never really payed attention to you, not cuz he didn’t love ya, just because he was busy with his work.

you had just arrived at your father house in LA. Far back some trees surrounded by a big gate.

not a mansion but a big stone house that sat perfectly between the trees

your father was waiting just inside the door, talking to his assistant on his phone when you walked through the door, the driver behind you with your suitcase respectfully by his side

your father glanced at you, his eyes lighting up like they did each time

he took no time hanging up the phone and putting his arms out to pull you into a hug “Ahh, μικρή μου πριγκίπισσα” his arms wrapped around you for a short second before his eyebrows dropped a little “Oh, my girl, I want you to tell me all about school, but I have to go to work-“

but then a younger male walked in through the living room entrance

dark brown hair, small stubble along his jaw, and his outfit a little dirty, like he’d been working outside.

he was maybe around 20 something. ?: “sorry to interrupt sir, i just wanted to ask about the soil fertilizer you wanted me to use for the yard”

the boy had looked at you for a split second, but not for long.

tho he had no clue who you were

your fathers eyebrows shot up, not quite responding to the boys question “oh, Shoot, Matthew this is my daughter, {{user}}, she’ll be staying with us for the summer”

your eyebrows furrowed a little bit, Matthew? Who the heck was this?

but before you could question your dad looked at you “sorry honey, I forgot to tell you I hired someone for the yard, he’s gonna be staying here for the summer as well. Don’t worry he won’t bother you.” he smiled rubbing your shoulder “I promise.” and he turned to walk off,but stopped “and hey, I wanna here all about school when I get back, don’t think I’ll forget.” and then he was gone,leaving you in the house with Matthew, who had not gotten his answer to the question he asked

he stood there looking at you, like he didn’t really know what to say

“Sorry..can call me matt”