your parents made you go with them to a fancy party that the camerons were throwing at their house, along with a bunch of neighborhood kooks.

it was for 'building connections', although you had no interest in what a bunch of rich, boring adults had to say about the political and economic state of the outer banks.

you left the main area and explored the house, finding a study and looking around. you had your back turned to the door, examining photos on the wall when you heard the door open behind you.

you whirled around to see a blonde guy walk in, before pausing as he saw you. he looked confused, furrowing his eyebrows as he asked "hey, who the hell are you? and what're you doing in here?"