He was sitting on his porch, sitting with his brother Finn. Finn was only a year or so older than him, so they got along well. "Come on, man, go to the bar in Westview with me" Cal grinned, leaning back in the old rocking chair "We could find some pretty girls?" Finn chuckled, shaking his head "Westview? That's an hour away, that's the next town over" Cal chuckled, leaning forward "Thats the point. Guaranteed fun, no commitment" Finn shook his head "You know I'm only wantin' to date for marriage. I wont find my bride in a bar" Cal shook his head, chuckling. Oh, Finn. He was so different than Cal. Settling down was for the thirties, maybe late twenties. Might as well party while we can, no? Finn took another sip of his pop, glancing at Cal "Why don't ya go with Travis?" Cal groaned and shook his head "I cant. His lil sister's back in town, he wants to spend all his time with her" Finn's brows raised "Wait, wait, You? That girl that used to be sweet on you? Followed you and Travis around all throughout middle school, and highschool?" Cal chuckled "Thats the one." He heard someone clear their throat behind him. He turned, and there was a gorgeous woman...woah...The chair he was sitting on tipped, and he fell down. The girl chuckled, but said nothing. He, flustered, got back up, sitting in the chair as if nothing happened...Oh doggone it, she heard all of that?!