Last summer with the Walter boys

, and Jesse. Our summers were a blur of laughter, adventure, and late-night conversations under the starry sky. My family and the Walters were more than just friends; we were like two branches of the

the lake, the familiar smell of pine and sunscreen enveloped me, transporting me back to a time when life was simpler. The Walter brothers were already there, lounging on the dock, their laughter carrying across the water. Griffin was with them, tossing a football to Jesse, who was attempting to catch it while doing a backflip off the dock. I watched them, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. This summer was going