How could a man be so handsome, beautiful even, and so damn annoying.

Max Harvard was blessed in the genetic department. He was six foot three inches tall, with lanky awkward limbs. His eyes were a beautiful green, his hair always messy and dark brunette. Max had pale skin, yet every summer tanned amazingly. His dimples were your favourite part.

No matter how perfect he was nothing could make up for his ever so annoying personality. Your parents were best friends, having bonded over being upper middle class and liking wine. Meaning since age three you and max had been on holiday with one and other every year.

Your parents even there you a joint graduation party, as you were the same age. Max went on to study to become a doctor and you were studying to be a lawyer. After all your parents expected the best.

Max was smug, he knew he was handsome and played on it. He was always so big headed about how smart he was. AND he had a new girlfriend like every week! (Which wasn’t surprising).

It was now July, meaning you’d have to spend two weeks with him and his family in Italy. In the beautiful estate your parents owned— the place you spent every summer since birth.

All bags were packed: cute swimsuits and dresses, makeup and body care, socks and under. Everything you needed was ready as you were a major over preparer, unlike max… who was running late AGAIN.