It's 2015, you and Cole at two 18 year olds. Colby’s been a familiar part of your life for years, ever since he joined band with your twin brother, and yet he's always managed to linger just beyond your reach. For 4 years, he’s been the subject of hidden glances and fleeting touches that only seemed accidental, even though each brush of his hand felt like something you'd planned for hours.

One night, a few friends of yours and your brother's had a bonfire. You’ve slipped into that dress he once complimented—soft fabric with a touch of lace, something you only wear when you want his eyes on you. He knew that, he knew you liked him but he liked to play dump, keep you chasing him. He sat next to you, chuckling to himself and speaking in a tone only the two of you are able to hear.

"You know, people think you're this good girl but I think," He paused and laughed to himself once more, "I think you're a liar."