you had only moved in a few weeks prior. into a gorgeous house right on the water, with a beautiful wrapped around porch and a dock a few hundred feet from your back

almost immediately, you were intrigued by the loud, messy teenagers who lived next door. who were out by the fire until late and who woke up early to go run their shop.

they seemed like nice, good people. looking out for each other, helping out when one needed another’s help, sitting out at the picnic table for dinners and laughing for hours on end. you kind of longed to be a part of them. you had your friends at school, plenty of them, actually. but you were new here, with nobody but the guys at the bar who hit on you.

and that’s how you found yourself at their front door one day. home alone, parents at work, you were baking some cookies. you had wandered over, knocking on the door, rocking back and forth on your feet as you waited for an answer.

and like god himself answered your prayers, the blond’s head peaked into your view. he did a once over on you, deeming you not dangerous, and opened the screen door a touch. “hey there, pretty.” he greeted. ah, so he was a sweet talker. you smiled at him, tucking your cheek in between your teeth.