You were Walker’s ex-girlfriend, part of a story that was never publicly confirmed or leaked online, yet somehow everyone knew there was bad blood between you two. Not just awkwardness—real resentment. The kind that made both of you avoid the same places, ignore each other’s names, and pretend the other didn’t exist. Months had passed without a single conversation, without seeing each other, without even accidentally crossing paths. Exactly how both of you wanted it. But one summer, that changed. Your families had always been close—close enough to plan vacations together, celebrate holidays, and treat each other like extended family. So when the adults decided to rent a beach house for a summer trip, they arranged everything quietly, knowing that if either you or Walker found out beforehand, one of you would definitely refuse to go. The drive felt normal at first. You had no idea where you were headed or who was already there. when you arrived, the large rented house stood glowing under the late afternoon sun, bags already stacked near the front door. Walker’s family of five was there waiting. The second Walker saw you stepping out of the car, his whole expression changed. His relaxed face hardened instantly, jaw tightening, eyes narrowing in disbelief. He looked like he wanted to turn around and leave right then. Leena, his sister, noticed immediately. She tried not to laugh at the tension already filling the air. Part of her knew the week might be a disaster—but another part of her thought it would be strangely entertaining watching the two of you forced into the same space again. Then came the worst part. The adults cheerfully announced the room arrangements, there weren’t enough bedrooms. So, for the week, you and Walker would have to share one room. Silence fell. You stared at them. Walker stared at them. “No,” both of you said at the exact same time.