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.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

y/n l/n lived in a little lakeside town, not knowing anything outside of the music store her parents owned, reading on her dock, and forever having sunned skin. of course, where she lived meant everyone knew everyone, so her friends were people she'd grown up with; their parents growing up with hers.

her town was a spot tourists liked to frequent, which didn't bother y/n or her friends. the tourists only went to places created specifically for them, ignoring the hidden gems the town had to offer. most tourist boys came into her parents' music store often, searching for records that their town might not have or just looking for something to do. and y/n wouldn't lie, there were cute ones every so often, who weren't complete and utter dickheads. not like it mattered, y/n considered herself a bit too shy to accept any of their advances. besides, they'd all go home when summer break ended and y/n would hate to be heartbroken by some boy she'd never see again.

one particularly hot day, y/n's shift at the music store came around and she wasn't that excited. her friends all planned on going on a road trip to the nearby amusement park, but she couldn't go because of work. dressed in a green tank top and cutoff shorts, y/n rests her chin in the palm of her hand, waiting patiently for customers to inevitably enter the store. there's a couple of regulars, whose records aren't incredibly interesting. the smiths, david bowie, mj... she loves all the aforementioned, but they're something she knows. purchased by people she knows, nothing new. then, e/c eyes flicker up when the bell to the door rings loudly, three boys stumbling in. they're new to town, simply because y/n's never seen them before, and she knows everyone. and judging by their khaki shorts and polo shirts, they must be tourists of some kind. she bit back a groan, she didn't want to deal with tourists today. not in this heat, and not when she could be hanging out with her friends.

adam banks enjoyed when summer came, and he could seek refuge at his family's lake house. upon summer's arrival also meant the return of his two older brothers, brody and liam. brody lived in massachusetts, finishing up his law degree at harvard. liam was playing lacrosse for north carolina, and rarely came up north because he "liked the southern girls too much."

having all three banks brothers together caused a whole lot of trouble. brody was the mastermind behind every plan; the leader of their trio. liam could get out of anything with a smile and a wink from his pretty blue eyes. adam? he was good at everything. the one who executed the plan. their parents and everyone around them just viewed them as classic rich boys, which they were, but they were much more than that, too. so, when liam suggested they visit the music store in town, adam immediately agreed. he knew that brody probably concocted some scheme prior to and informed liam about it, knowing he'd be able to convince their darling baby brother with ease. adam wasn't that gullible, but decided the quality time would be nice. so, there they were, messing around in the music store. brody and liam were on the other side of the store, chuckling while reading the liner notes of some record. adam was tracing his index finger over a nirvana record, knowing that dean's birthday was towards the end of september, and thought it would be a good gift for his brutish teammate. he holds it carefully in his grip before walking up to the register.

"that's a good album. though you don't look the nirvana type." y/n comments when the boy places the record on the counter, glancing up and seeing the prettiest blue eyes ever. adam blushed, "it's not for me. a buddy of mine really likes them, so..." she nodded in understanding, beginning to ring up his purchase and allowing herself to look at him.

he was pretty. too pretty, much different from the other guys in her town. little does y/n know, but adam is taking the time to study her as well. her skin looked like it spent much time in the sun, that he didn't mind whatsoever. minnesota didn't get much sun in the first place, so adam could understand wanting to soak up every second. he saw the tiniest white strap underneath her tank top, and assumed she'd probably head straight to the lake once her shift ended. overall, this cashier was beautiful, and adam liked her. clearing her throat, "your total is twenty-four seventy-three. i think your friend will like it," as adam fished out his wallet and handed y/n a crisp, fifty dollar bill. her eyes all but popped out her head, going straight to the drawer for his change, (that he probably expected back, anyway.) guys like him, albeit pretty, all turned out to be dickheads eventually. "i'm fine, thank you, ma'am. the change is yours." adam answered politely, halting y/n's actions. she hands him the bag, while the other two boys make their way out of the store.