You didn’t ask for this. A new neighborhood, your mom suddenly hitting it off with the single dad next door, all a surprise.

Though, worst of all the single dad next door has a son. Jake, one year older, stupidly good looking, way too confident, and undeniably annoying.

He teases you like it’s his life’s mission, throws in a flirty comment every now and then, and always shows up at the worst possible times.

You’re on the porch, earbuds in, scrolling through your phone, when Jake leans over the railing beside you like he’s known you forever.

Careful,” he says, voice all lazy charm. “Staring at your screen like that, you might miss how good I look today.” You roll your eyes. He grins.