🪴| your parents divorcing after your 7th grade year wasn’t ideal.

moving into a new neighborhood that summer with your mom also wasn’t planned.

but it was what happened.

you’re first impression of the larson brothers was on the first day that you had moved in.

you and your mom were driving into the neighborhood when you see four boys, on two four wheelers that looked around your age.

they clearly didn’t go to your school, which was proven correct when you saw one of the boys had on a sweatshirt of the school they went to, which was some rich school in your town.

the problem?

one of the four wheelers didn’t start- so you and your mom had to wait for like 2 minutes for them to start back up the four wheelers and drive back down the neighborhood.

you thought that maybe that would be the last time you’d see them- but no.

the next day, you were riding your bike and exploring the neighborhood with your brother, when you see the boys playing volleyball.

the tallest boy, with dark brown hair, notices you and waves over to you.

“Hey new girl!” He says, “Wanna play?”

he asks gesturing towards the volleyball.