You weren’t too happy with spending your summer with the Beauvalots at their beach house, mostly because you were forced there. It isn’t like you don’t like Cameron, the eldest son, it’s just that you’ve never gotten along. He taunts you frequently either by taking your things and hiding them or just making snide remarks. It sucks, but your family is making you go.

Mrs. Eleanor Beauvalot swung open the large cream door, leaning down and hugging you, shaking you around like a rag doll. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here, {{user}}! Cameron, August, and the girls are ecstatic that you came!” She exclaims, her thin crochet rose shawl rubbing against your skin.

Your eyes settle on August, the younger brother in the family staring at you from upstairs. His smile, a large white grin, despite being sixteen, he’d just gotten his braces off and it showed. Tall and lean, with dark fixed hair, he epitomized old money. Then your eyes met Cameron, he’s sitting at the piano, messy blond hair shining in the bright sun, playing La Foule with no emotions whatsoever. You have to keep reminding yourself that this is only their summer home, not their actual house, despite looking like the house on The Bachelorette.

“If you keep staring, {{user}}, your eyes might not be able to move back,” He comments loudly, Mrs. Beauvalot’s head spins over to him.