YOU HAD KNOWN BLAKE FOR AGES, so you weren’t exactly a stranger to her family. logan and grace treated you like a second daughter, having you follow them around the world while they vacationed.

their annual vacations at lake tahoe had been an unknown territory for years. most of the years, you’d be invited, but simply couldn’t go and finally that year you were free to go.

you had met wyatt a couple of times before, when you were fourteen, wearing braces and glasses, while he was seventeen and just happened to be in the same place at the same time, while blake poked fun at you for the lovey-dovey eyes you’d make at him.

you were sitting nearby the campfire as the sun went down, when he sat beside you, a can of beer in his hand and a smile decorating his face.

“so… you come here often?” he asked playfully, gently nudging your side. “i suppose not, because i haven’t seen you here, yet.”

“ha-ha, very funny.” you gave him a look, a smile fighting its way to your lips, while you tried to remain unbothered.

“well, for what it’s worth — i’m glad to see you here.”