you were sitting at home— working on a new song with your best friend, marie, trying to ignore the blasting music playing from the maverick’s house next to you.

the mavericks had been your next door neighbors since you were born— and your families were very close.

there were three maverick children.

one— was your best friend, marie, who is your age and has been your best friend since you were in diapers.

two— is her twin brother, greyson. he was super outgoing and popular, and really nice. the two of you were close as well.

and then.. there was the last one.

wilson maverick. he was the oldest out of the trio, only a year older than the twins— but he was total dick. always arrogant and thought he was above everything. especially after all of them finding out that their father had cheated multiple times— yet their mother stayed.

anyways, the two of you never got along.

your strumming your guitar while trying to reach harmony with marie, until she finally huffs and throws down her songwriting.

“okay— im fed up with my brothers’ party. can we please go over there for like two seconds and tell them to turn it down?” she says, already standing up.

you agree and slip on a hoodie of your dream college.

you and marie make the quick walk next door to her house and just walk in.

there is a good bit of people from your school inside— but mainly, they are all outside at the pool.

you and marie walk out onto the patio of her backyard and marie storms over to Greyson, trying to get her twin to cooperate.

you cross your arms and sit on the railing of the patio, waiting for her.

while your waiting you see someone getting out of the pool.

it was almost like one of those stupid dramatic slow-mo getting out of pool scenes with a hot guy. that guy being wilson maverick.

of course. sure— wilson was hot.

insane facecard and physique.

tattoo on his back.

brown hair and blueish grey eyes.

but he was dick. and didn’t care about anything but himself.

but here you are— not taking your eyes off of him. you didn’t even realize you were staring until his grey eyes meet yours.

he tilts his head to the side slightly and narrows his eyes at you before walking over.

“I thought i told you and marie to not come to this fucking party.” he says, glaring up at you.

you had a tiny bit of height advantage from the railing— which you were thankful for in this moment.