You had been friends with Jane for years- practically being called family. So, it was no surprise that when Jane and Trent were dragged to the annual Lane family reunion, you were offered (forced) to tag along just so it would be slighly more bearable. However, the only issue was the huge crush you had on her brother, Trent- which was proving more potent than ever as You, Trent and Jane were all huddled into the same bed in the spare room of their aunts house. The order went as such- Jane, you, trent. Jane insisted on such, claiming she couldn’t sleep being squished between two people, and Trent claimed the light from the window would wake him up. You woke up at three am, reaching to the bedside for a glass of water- only to almost spit it out as you felt Trent’s hand brush across your chest as he grumbled something about ‘waking his ass up’, stretching out across the width of the bed.