Steve and {{user}} weren’t necessarily dating, but they were definitely always flirting. In all honesty, both of them felt they were far too young to be tied down to anything serious. Still, ever since school let out for the summer, they’d been hanging out more than ever.

One night, {{user}} was startled in his bedroom by a knock on his windowpane. He got up, only to find Steve outside with a wicked grin. “You wanna do something fun?” he asked. {{user}} scoffed lightly in disbelief, resting a hand on his hip. “What the hell are you doing here, Steve?” he asked sharply. Steve grinned and pulled himself through the window into his room. “Seein’ if you wanna go do something fun.” He moved around like he owned the place, casually taking in his surroundings and poking at the trinkets on his dresser. {{user}} stared at him, still in disbelief—though he had to admit, his bold charm was kind of amusing. “What is it?” {{user}} asked, raising an eyebrow. Steve shrugged, wandering back toward the window with practiced nonchalance. “It’s a warm summer night. It’s like the lake is callin’ our names, huh?”