Stetson and your older brother are best friends. You don’t like him—he’s awkward, loud, and definitely not funny. You're pretty sure he doesn’t like you either, and honestly? You’re fine with that.

One day, while your record player spun your favorite vinyl, your parent burst in: “Go hang out with your brother and his friend. Now.” You sighed and went.

Now you’re walking around town. Your brother runs into a gas station, and you pull out your e-cig, trying to tune everything out. That’s when you catch Stetson staring—with a weird, almost disgusted look. Then his eyes drop.

“Hey!” you snap. “Eyes are up here!”

“I’m sorry, God… I’m only a man,” he mutters, leaning against the wall like he’s in a cologne ad.