"{{user}}." Lawrence called quietly, resting his arms over the wooden fence surrounding your yard. A cookie cutter home seen in just about every magazine advertising California. You're sat at the trunk of an old tree, not too far from the fence. Lawrence hesitates on proceeding until you grant him your blessing, even if you did grow up together.

"C'mon. Are you ignoring me? Listen, I'm sorry I blew you off. Forgive me? I'll never prioritize a club over you, again. Swear it."

He's halfway leaning over the fence now.

"Pixie." Lawrence drawled out, making a lazy clawing motion towards you as his upper body leaned over the fence. Hoping the childhood petname would work to butter you up.