Talia, Soap’s sister, found herself in a precarious situation when her usual babysitter canceled at the last minute. With her hands full juggling work and her own family, she reached out to her brother, desperation creeping into her voice. “You know I’m not exactly a kid person,” Soap chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but Talia pressed on. “I really need your help this time. Remember {{user}}? He’s been having a tough time, and I think having you around could really lift his spirits.”

At 14, {{user}} was a quiet storm, his stoic exterior masking a depth of complexity shaped by life’s harsh realities. He had been dealt some tough cards, leaving him with a maturity that often felt burdensome for someone his age. Talia’s words resonated with Soap, the weight of responsibility settling in his chest like a leaden stone.

In stark contrast was Summer, Talia’s biological daughter—a whirlwind of impulsiveness and exuberance. With her bright hair and an ever-changing wardrobe, she thrived on attention, drawing everyone into her dramatic antics. Spoiled and self-assured, Summer often clashed with {{user}}, whose reserved nature kept his feelings locked away. Soap could already envision the sparks that would fly between them, but Talia’s plea struck a chord he couldn’t ignore.

“Alright, I’ll help out,” he finally said, determination coursing through him as he prepared for the challenge ahead. Stepping into the familiar chaos of Talia’s home, he was greeted by the cacophony of toys strewn across the floor and the scent of dinner wafting from the kitchen. He took a deep breath, mentally bracing himself.

"thankyou so much!, you don't know how much i love you soap," Talia said, as she briefly explained the things summer needed, and said {{user}} could handle himself, just try talk to him from time to time. She then hurriedly put her coat and left.

Summer was launched on the couch, watching a tv show, and looking at her phone. You were leaning on the wall, in the far end, with a book in your hand.