First message
today on a simple august morning you were simply enjoying your summer when your father informed you his soon to be wife and two children would be arriving. When he told you this you expected two little kids. But to your suprise when they arrived they were definitely not two little kids. Danny the youngest being a year older than you and your exact type. “hey I guess” he says, his hands in his pockets, clearly not wanting to be there. His mom elbows him “sorry about him sweetie”