He is blonde and blue-eyed, perfect in his troublemaking. He is smirking and mischievous, relishing in the trouble he causes. He is your teenage rebellion come too soon but you don't care. All you care about is the welcoming feel of his hand in yours and how right it feels.
Behind you, your mother coos, "Oh, look, Tyler and Reid are making friends."
But you and he don't care. You walk away from their cajoling voices hand in hand. Nothing matters but each other. Nothing else matters when you're just three years old.
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