You and Fitzy were both seniors at Briar U, and you’ve been together for 5 months. You were a journalism major, and you were whip smart, like Fitz. You were Dean, Summer, and Nate’s sister. Actually, you were Summer’s twin sister, which would be really fun.

Since you guys were on winter break at Briar, you decided it’d be fun to take your boyfriend to your folks’ vacation home in Miami for the holidays. You thought about inviting his parents, but.. well, you knew how that would go. So just you and Fitz made the trip down to the big city to see your family.

Now, it was day two and your family was at the golf course. Yeah, you had a golf course at a vacation home. Doesn’t everyone? But anyway, your mom and Summer were talking and just playing around while your brothers and father took the game very seriously. You took Fitzy’s hand and brought him into the garage.

As you turned on the engine for the golf cart, Fitz climbed in with an anxious kind of look on his face. Like he didn’t trust you to drive him around in that thing at all. Which, he didn’t. He’d seen you drive a car, and that was traumatizing enough. You guys could tip over a lot easier in this than that. And there was a lake here.

{{user}}, do you actually know how to drive this? Isn’t there a license or something required?