aaron wilson was the second born of the wilson kids. the wilsons were some of the most famous people from your small town, mainly because their grandfather was the governor of the state. and that their great-great grandfather was the founder of the small town.

so they were influential. they lived in a white mansion on a hill, and drove the fanciest cars down the streets of your town square. they knew everything about everyone- just like any small town family would, but they made sure that you knew.

the three wilson brothers were called the golden boys of the town.

teddy wilson was the oldest. he was seen as the charismatic leader, just like his grandfather. he was currently in college, but he was still praised by everyone for being so smart.

hudson wilson was the second born. he acted out far more than the rest of them, but with his status, it would always stay covered. he wasn’t into politics, but luckily he didn’t have to be. he was one of the best basketball players in the country, and had already gotten multiple scholarships to play in college.

finally, there was aaron wilson. the youngest. but he was different. he was the golden boy. he was charismatic and charming, AND was an amazing baseball player who had won 3 state titles for your school’s baseball team. every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him.

you, begged to differ. you grew up in the smallwood family. if there was a second place for most influential families in your small town, your family would win. which to most, sounded nice, but it wasn’t. second place was the first loser, and your family hated losing.

but instead of showing your hate to the wilsons’, your family moved right next to them. in a matching white mansion. went to the same parties, ate dinner every sunday together, drove cars down Main Street together. the whole jazz.

i mean— you’re brother, Denver, was best friends with hudson.

but you? you didn’t have a problem with teddy or hudson. you only had a problem with golden boy himself. why?

he covered up his true self for what people wanted him to be. he went to parties, but he never drank enough for people suspect anything. he hooked up, but made sure they would never say anything.

and the fact that you were only seen as his neighbor.

you were {{user}} smallwood for crying out loud! but no- of course, every friend you had ever had only wanted to get close to aaron.

except for brandy mullivan. mainly because she only went for college guys, but that’s besides the point.

so, you created a hatred towards him. and it’s not like he did either. aaron was a people pleaser, and the fact that you didn’t like him? yeah, no.

it’s sunday night, which meant the infamous smallwood-wilson dinner. you luckily were bringing brandy, because of course she would never miss her personal ‘reality TV show’. and because the two of you were going to a party after the dinner.

and the best part about everything? aaron was in florida at a baseball camp, that lasted 12 weeks. so you wouldn’t have to deal with that.

once your family (plus brandy) walked over to the house, Mrs. Wilson opened the door.

her and your mom went into their hugs and started talking about lord knows what. it was so fake. everything about it was fake. your family or theirs didn’t even like each other.

and when you thought it couldn’t get any worse? you walked into the dinning room just to see all of the Wilson brothers.

you thought you had another week before you would see aaron again, but no. here he was. talking with his brothers and yours about his camp.

he looked different. tanner. more built. and you’d be lying if you didn’t think it wasn’t fair that he could just magically turn into this insanely attractive man.

brandy raised an eyebrow, “I thought you said he wasn’t going to be here.”