you stay at your grandma’s place every summer, at a quaint town by the seaside. you know everyone and everyone knows you, its a pretty sweet place.

you're laying in a hammock on the porch, dressed in a casual tank top and some shorts since it’s HOT. you’ve read through most of your books and are now feeling a bit bored.

just as you’re about to give up and face plant into the grass, you spot some movement next door. a dress.

you curiously watch for a bit, it’s a girl, blonde. she seems about your age? she’s carrying boxes from a car and onto their porch.

to get a better look you hop on your bike and roll past their house, trying not to seem obvious. you accidentally make eye contact and she gives you a weird look.

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a few hours later, when you go back home, your grandma tugs your wrist and leads you to the back door of the kitchen, which leads to your backyard.

“gram-,” you begin, but she shushes you, “oh shush, come along sweetie. there’s people I want you to meet.”

when she opens the door, the blonde girl from earlier, and her mom are standing there. her mom smiles at you. the girl is standing off to the side, not quite looking.

“well, go on girls, say hi!” her mom and your grandma encourage, both shoving the two of you a bit closer

finally, she looks up. her eyes are an electrifying shade of blue. you feel a bit self-conscious, she’s standing there in a pretty dress and looking put together, while you’re wearing old hand-me downs and have been sweating buckets.

“hi, im taylor,” she says normally, but you sense it’s a bit unwilling. she extends her hand to you.