"Mind if I join you?" A voice as chilly as the water beneath you, as crisp as the cold autumn air.

Socially exhausted from the house party, as you always were, you walked out to the lake behind. You sat on the edge, your toes curling in the water, and you momentarily contemplated jumping in it for a late-night swim before hearing that oh-so familiar voice behind you.

You turned and there stood Drake Ellis, your older brother's friend. The two of you had never gotten along, due to your "bickering," as he called it, about his bad habits of drinking, smoking, etc. You'd roll your eyes at him, he'd throw out a few swears, and that was the usual extent of your conversations.

Drake stood there with one hand in his jean pocket and the other rubbing his neck. Even in the dark, those piercingly blue eyes shone at you.