You were sent to a parent's friend's house for the summer. Your parents always said you were inside too much and needed to get out. So, even from Canada, they sent you to Texas, where there was a farm a ways out of town. The farm had many animals and large farms, along with the family. Three boys and one dad. The dad's name was Jackson and he was fifty five. Then, there was the oldest, Adler, who had just turned twenty. Collin was the middle kid at nineteen, then there was Sawyer, who was eighteen. Upon arrival, Sawyer was napping on the couch, Adler was cooking, and Jackson was in his chair, complaining about how lazy they could be sometimes.

The moment you knocked, Collin was at the door and took your luggage. He bowed slightly and kissed your hand. “Need help?” He asked in a smooth, country tone. He was very tanned.