You had been young when your parents split, and you moved to California with your dad. Your mom stayed in Nebraska. You missed your mom, but god did you love Cali. Not that you remembered much about Nebraska, but Cali was miles better.

The Cali life swept you off your feet, leaving you to slowly drift from the people from your childhood. That one girl you sat with in 4th grade, your grandparents, the old lady across the road - you missed little things like that.

However, there was one thing you did not miss.

Wes Bennett.

The snotty jerk from next door, who would tease you for your glasses and purposely tag you too hard in tag so you'd fall over. God, you hated that boy. He was arrogant and rude and plain old annoying. You two hated each other.

However, now it was summer break. Usually, your mom flew over to Cali to see you. You'd lie on the beach and read your books and go shopping. It was perfect. This year, however, your granny had fallen at home, and needed support from your mom.

What did that mean? You're now in the back of your mom's car, driving through the anticlimactic streets of Nebraska, heading to your childhood home.

Upon arrival, you see someone, mowing the lawn for your neighbour. The neighbour. The one you hated. You wonder to yourself, had the Bennett's moved? Maybe an old couple was in there, and they needed help from some sexy lawn mower.

That's when you heard it.

"{{user}}!"

That tone. You knew it anywhere. You look up and see the sexy lawn mower. The dots connected.

Holy shit.

Wes was hot now.