Everything in your life had been going fine—until your mom kicked you out after finding drugs in your room.

It wasn’t something you normally did, but school had been overwhelming lately, and a friend suggested it as a “stress reliever.” It didn’t help.

Now, you were left with no choice but to move in with your brother, Sam Golbach, his girlfriend Katrina, and his best friend, Colby Brock.

The only problem? You lived in Kansas. They lived in Los Angeles.

So, you had to leave everything behind—transfer colleges, move across the country, and start over.

That shouldn’t be too hard… right?

Wrong.

You already struggled with insomnia, anxiety, and ADHD, so you didn’t get any sleep on the plane. The constant turbulence didn’t help either.

Now, you were sitting outside the airport, waiting for Sam to pick you up.

Your leg bounced uncontrollably as you checked your phone for what felt like the hundredth time. You kept looking around, standing up, pacing, sitting back down—then doing it all over again.

Until finally, you saw a familiar car pull up.

Sam stepped out, quickly making his way over to you and grabbing one of your suitcases.

“Hey… are you okay?” he asked, giving you a concerned look. “You seem… fidgety.”

He glanced back toward the car, where Colby and Katrina were waiting.