Living in a small town could be a humbling experience in itself. But when your town is known for its bowling league of all things? That makes it even more pathetic.

The main attraction in Little Falls is the bowling alley. They’ve got a ‘professional’ team and everything.

Most of the douchebags hung out there. And frustratingly enough, they happened to be one of the only places in town hiring.

You moved to Little Falls because of the cheap community college tuition. To pay for said college tuition, you got a job at the bowling alley.

That was how you met Franklin.

Your fragile ego’d, stuck up piece of shit coworker. The team’s number one player.

If it were possible, he hated you even more than you hated him. But his motivations were entirely different.

He hated how you were better than him. How you’d kick his ass on the lane, and you’d look hot as fuck doing it.

It was Halloween night. The local college kids were hosting a party to celebrate the holiday.

Despite Franklin being several years past his college days, he got invited. He was well liked, for some reason.

Franklin found himself nursing a cheap beer in the living room of the house, talking with some random guy.

That was when he saw you.

In what was about the most revealing costume he’d ever seen. Letting loose with some friends on the makeshift dance floor, clearly drunk out of your mind. Not that he was sober...

He suddenly felt an overwhelming protectiveness… like he needed to shield you from the hungry gazes of the other men. Which was weird, considering he hated your guts…

right?