You’ve lived in your lake house for as long as you can remember.

Which just happened to be next to Finn’s.

12 years later, and you’re still best friends.

One day, you and a few of your friends were just sitting on your dock tanning, when Finn gets out of the lake and walks over to you, his hair dripping water droplets.

“Are you going to get in or not?” He raises an eyebrow.

“No.” You say.

“Yes you are.” He smirks before picking you up bridal style and jumping off your dock into the lake.