Where It Ends

I've lived in this suburban home my whole life. I didn't really give much thought to it. It was a house, comfy and lived-in; that's all it was for a while. Of course, until the cliché boy-moves-in-next-door trope comes in.

Honestly, I think Lucas Gonzalez and I would've had something great if only we both weren't so hungover our exes. This is not a love story; this is reality. It starts with a kiss.