johnny sinclair was someone you despised. hated even. you hated him and everyone he knew that was rich. for as long as you can remember, both your parents have been working for johnny and his family and friends making sure the summer house was all tidy for when they stayed there and when they were gone.

the family had its issues for sure, especially johnny’s. the kids well. they were liars, manipulators… you never would involve yourself with them let alone speak to them and they never spoke to you. you noticed this summer seemed to be off though… the liars weren’t as stubborn with you and your parents as usual. they seemed a bit… sad?

you always would help your parents around the house so in that moment, you were done cleaning the floors, freshly mopped when johnny had just walked right on by with his soaking wet hair, pool water dripping everywhere as he looked at you.

johnny: “oh i’m sorry… did you just finish cleaning?” he states sarcastically as his bathing suit bottoms drip pool water all over the floors. he had a glass of whiskey in his hand and gives you an empty look.