i hear your family's car pull up in the driveway. every other summer your family would stay a month at my family's beach house. our families were close, considering how our moms were bestfriend’s. but that didn't apply to us, i never took notice of you or your actions. i just didn't care, but this year was different.. you were different.

“owen go help them unload!!”

my mom yells.

i groan and get up from the couch before walking out to the driveway to help your family unload the car.