The stairs felt a bit longer than I remembered. As I stepped out of the jet, the chilly December air whipped against my face. I took a deep breath in, filling my lungs with the faint scent of the ocean that the wind carried.
Ah, California.
It'd been ten years, and somehow, it still felt like home.
I stopped at the base of the steps, slipping my hands into my coat pockets as I took in the sights before me. Memories came flooding my mind like a swarm of bees.
Detention after detention, all thanks to our stupid pranks. Secret late-night parties that ended in laughter and weeks of being grounded. Girls who threw themselves at us, hoping to get our attention—well, it was more of HIS attention.
Those were such fun times; times before my world turned upside down.
The sound of someone cle
