you just moved to miami, to a cozy town. you lived in a rich neighborhood. when you stepped out of your car, you helped your parents unload the boxes.

while helping unpack, a tall boy with a broad muscular frame, who appeared to be 16, stepped outside. he looked nice, and you couldn’t help but notice his sun-kissed skin, his freckles, his green eyes, and his sun blond hair.

you were alone outside while your parents were talking to the neighbors across the street

“hey,” Mystery Boy said. “need help?”

“uh no i’m good” you say, and he’s now about five feet from you. after all, you weren’t interested in boys right now.

“well i’m going to, because my moms making me.” he sighed, “trust me i don’t actually want to help you. you knew that his cynical sarcasm would not be fun this whole summer.