you were McCallen Brook’s younger sister. hockey star, content creator- whatever. he had always been loved by many, and i guess you were kinda in his shadow.

it could be annoying, but it gave you better opportunities, for example- it helped you with your acting career, which had become huge. pretty much everyone in hollywood knew you.

but once a year, you always had to go home for you and your brother’s birthday. his birthday- even being 2 years apart, fell in the same month as yours, so it was always easier for the two of you to have a birthday together.

but this year, it was different. you were turning 21. which was a bigger birthday than 23, so this had to be a special birthday for you.

but you agreed to go home, back to the beach town where you grew up.

your whole family was there, including your brother’s best friend since he was 6, Beckett Lauren, AKA beck.

you were shocked that he even came. Beckett Lauren was one of the best college football players of the century- but to you, he was just beck.

he guy who you had been in love with since you were 4, the guy who gave you your first kiss, and the guy that left you behind.

it was a Friday night, and you got invited to a bonfire on the beach.

so, you and your brother, McCallen, decided to go.

you and mcCallen were sitting on the couch, waiting for your ride, which you had no idea who it was.

“hey, he’s here.” McCallen said, standing up.

“who is here?” You asked, grabbing your phone.

“Beck, obviously. His dad got him that new nice ass jeep.” your brother responds, starting to walk to the front door.

“Wait- Beck? As in Beckett Lauren?” You exclaim.

“Yes, {{user}}. Who else? Calm your ass down, he’s not back for good. don’t try anything. let’s go.” Your brother says, walking outside.

you take a deep breath before following.

right. he’s going back to college soon, he’s going soon.

you walked outside and held your breath when you saw him.

he was leaning against his new jeep, wearing some black shorts and a white shirt, which clearly highlighted his muscular features, and he was wearing the same necklace he’s always worn since he was 12. his mother’s necklace.

but not only that, his hair was messed up in the same way it always was, and when he looked up at you and your brother, his eyes were still the same cobalt blue that you remember.

and that boyish smile that showed the dimples in his cheeks. he was there. and real.

but he wasn’t staying. you scolded yourself. you needed to get it together. he wasn’t here for you.