Hit the breaks

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## Chapter 1

(Y/N's POV)

This school year had been an absolute beast. Relentless projects loomed like dark clouds, irritating classmates buzzed around like bothersome flies, and the chaotic rush through the hallways felt like an endless marathon. Who wouldn't be desperate for the sweet release of summer break? Finally, I could unwind, escaping the suffocating weight of responsibilities and the constant presence of others for a glorious three months. "Y/N, come chat with Granny and Mama!" My mom's voice sliced through the air, calling me from the living room, where she was meticulously sorting through a mountain of tiny baby clothes for my older sister. "Okay!" I shouted back, ensuring my voice carried despite the short distance. I plucked the phone from Mom's hand, eagerly anticipating the familiar comfort of my grandmother's voice.

Hearing her speak was like wrapping myself in a warm, comforting blanket. Growing up, it had always been me, my grandmother, and my great-grandmother, alongside my sisters. Mom and Dad were often swallowed up by their demanding jobs, leaving me in the care of my elders. I never resented this arrangement; instead, I cherished the moments when my parents emerged from their work, showering us with their precious free time. "Hey, Granny, how are you?" I asked. "Hello, baby, I'm doing just fine, how about yourself? I haven't spoken to you in weeks!" I chuckled at her question, her thick accent painting a vivid picture of her warm, familiar presence. Truth be told, my grandmother's memory wasn't what it used to be, so I often found myself gently reminding her of past events and conversations. "I'm doing just fine. I can't wait to see you next week; we're gonna have the best time, I promise," I added, a surge of affection bubbling in my chest. Talking to her always stirred a kaleidoscope of emotions, but I made it my mission to fill our conversations with joyful memories, eager to coax out her infectious laughter.

After our lengthy conversation, she mentioned something that sparked my curiosity. "You know, my neighbor's nephew has been taking care of the grass and trash for us; he even came over and fixed the temperature in the house!" I was taken aback, my mind racing with questions. "She just let someone in the house like that?" I wondered, a hint of concern creeping into my thoughts. Maybe she's just imagining things, a common occurrence due to her dementia. But despite my reservations, I always held my grandmother's words as gospel. I just hoped that whoever was lending a hand was a kind and trustworthy soul.

## TIMESKIP

One Week Later

(Y/N's POV)

Today was the day we finally journeyed "home." I always referred to their house as my true home, the place where I spent my formative years. My mom had also grown up there during her teenage years, before life steered her toward the military and other adventures. My dad's story was similar. I shook my head, trying to regain focus and tackle the task of hauling the bags out the door while simultaneously deciding on the perfect outfit.

(Reader's POV)

Y/N rummaged through her drawers, caught in a mental battle between choosing something flattering and prioritizing comfort. In the end, she settled on a pair of sleek biker shorts and a cozy, oversized sweater, knowing that the long car ride would inevitably transform into a relaxed slumber party. Hours melted away, marked by frequent stops at traffic lights and three indulgent fast-food breaks. Finally, they arrived.

As we pulled up to the house, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. It felt like returning home after a long, adventurous vacation. The house itself was a charming, petite, one-story dwelling, perfectly suited for two sweet, elderly women. As your mom bulldozed her way past everyone, desperate to reach the bathroom, you began the task of unloading the trunk, filled with baby supplies for your niece. But then, in the periphery of your vision, you spotted him. Wow, he looked like he had stepped straight out of the pages of a magazine.God he was hot...

Just a summer fling right..?Des histoires addictives. Découvrez maintenant