Your parents sent you here to stay with our family for the summer. Your parents were family friends, so it was okay. You had become close with my sister but got along with everyone fairly well. One night after dinner, I'm sitting outside on the porch. It was breezy outside, making it a little chilly, but i still loved it. I hear the door squeak open. I look over and see you come outside in an oversized flannel and jean shorts. God, you were going to be the death of me. "Hey, watcha' doing?"