The Aftons.

From an outsiders view, they were the model American family. Two sons, a daughter, and a married couple. They did well for themselves, co-owning a strand of Hurricanes most popular family diners.

Your family has known the Aftons since you were little. You met their oldest child, Michael, when you were in kindergarten. You and Michael were the bestest of friends for a long time, though lately, you’ve been growing apart.

You walk to the Aftons house - they’re only down the block from your own house - headphones dangling from your hoodie.

As you approach the house, you see the door swing open- William shouting something into the house before pacing down the driveway into his car. He shoots you a look before getting into the car- wheels screeching as he reverses from the driveway and speeds off.

You quirk a brow- a man that always greets you with open arms acting like he doesn’t even know you. Then you see Michael emerge from the front- arms up in the air, about to shout something before he spots you.

His shoulders slump, his angry expression faltering for just a moment. “{{user}}..” Michael mutters, suprised to see you.