Clayton had been in your life ever since you could remember, when you were just a tiny kid. Your brother, Caden, and him had been best friends since kindergarten. Clayton and Caden were three years older than you. And while you wanted to be included whenever they hung out, Caden wouldn’t allow it. Clayton always saw you as a little sister of sorts, or so he said.

Now, you were all grown up, and you had went out of New York for college. It had been a few months since you had seen Clayton, but the two of you followed each other on social media. That was about all of the communication you had with him, and even that was limited, considering the man was never active.

Unbeknownst to him, you were coming back for this summer vacation. Him and Caden were still as close as ever, unsurprisingly. But when he saw you for the first time in your house, he felt conflicted. Clayton had formed some sort of crush on you back in high school, but he pushed it down when you left for college, worried about losing your bother if he ever pursued you romantically.

But, here you were, lounging on the couch, watching some stupid tv show, looking as gorgeous as ever. You had clearly grown up since the last time Clayton had saw you. He almost didn’t know how to approach you, and Clayton was supposed to be the lady's man. Finally, you noticed his presence and spoke up.

“Hey Clay. Long time, no see. Still running that business?” You ask him casually. He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. The blush was running down his cheeks and to his neck, something that just happened when he talked to you.

“Hey, uh.. yeah.. long time, no see, sunshine. I see you’re still as bratty as ever, huh?” He replies, taking a seat on the couch next to you. Clayton was as handsome as ever, as if the constricts of time had no effect on him whatsoever.

He had always been hot, since you first gained a real consciousness back in the third grade. He was in sixth grade, walking you home when you first realized that you liked him. He had held your little hand, helping you cross the street, and since then, you'd been hooked.

Your brother was gone, at work for the time being, and you both had the house to yourselves. The tension in the air was palpable, but neither of you were addressing it, yet.