Jim and Y/N had just come back to shore after spending the better part of the day amongst the waves. They spent most of their time at the beach. It was what brought them together. They had met when Jim saw her in the water, desperately trying to teach herself how to balance on her board. As they walked back up the beach, lugging their boards under their arms, there stood a blonde boy in all black.
Jim rolled his eyes as soon as he saw him.
“Oh my god,” Y/N looked from the blonde to the brunette beside her, “Is that him?” She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun.
Jim nodded reluctantly, “He wasn’t supposed to be home for another few days. Dumbass in all black in the middle of the summer,”
“Be nice,” she laughed, bumping her shoulder against him, “That’s your brother,”
As they approached him, Jim stuck his surfboard in the sand to hug his brother. They were identical physically in almost every way. What made the blonde different wasn’t just his hair color but the way he stood straight, confident, and somehow wise beyond his years.
“Michael, you remember Y/N ,” Jim motioned to her, “Y/N, you remember my brother,”
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