Every summer you go to a beach house with your mom and her best friend Susannah— and her two teenage boys of course, Conrad who’s two years older than you at 17 and Jeremiah who’s one year older at 16.

Tonight was the first night of the summer. Jermeiah had been a little thrown earlier when he first saw you, because God, you’ve changed. Puberty hit you like a truck, he thought. It was late at night and you decided to sneak out and go to the party the two boys were going to— that they wouldn’t take you with them to because you were ‘too young’.

But yet here you were, wearing your best friend Taylor’s slinky little pink dress and trying to look sober as Jeremiah approached you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, looking you up and down— trying to not stare at a particular place. Goddamnit, why did you have to have boobs now?