"Wow, Sophia. Took your time didn't you? What, did you get lost?" Andrew, my younger brother teased as I entered the cabin.

"Shut up," I hissed, seriously not in the mood for any more teasing. He wiggled his dark brows in retaliation and continued focusing on his phone.

My dad's shaved head appeared through the kitchen doorway, and then the rest of his head, adorned with an unimpressed expression, "your mother is upstairs unpacking for you. What took you so long?"

"Did you know we have neighbours?" I questioned suspiciously.

My dad shook his head and came farther out of the kitchen, now very interested. "Did you meet them?"

"One of them."

"Eleanor!" He yelled upstairs to my mom.

There was a thud upstairs and some muttering before my mom answered. "I'll be down in a minute, Sophia's packed a hell of a lot into her case."

Dad narrowed his eyes at me, and I grinned at him and went upstairs to my mom.

We weren't allowed to bring many things with us. Coming out to the cabin was to get a feel of what it was like to enjoy a life out of the city, according to my dad. Despite this, he was the one who was adamant there was a TV in the living room.

After Dad told Mom we had neighbours, she went straight to the kitchen to bake them a Victoria Sponge cake. In the morning, she said we'd go find their house although we didn't exactly know where it was. She felt terrible we'd been coming here for more than a decade, only now to find out we had neighbours.

No one believed me when I said their son tricked me into thinking he was going to kill me, they thought I was just trying to find a way out of going over to their house. A way to be unsociable and stay stuck to my phone, which was understandable. I'd honestly prefer to stay on my phone rather than walk half an hour or drive for ten minutes to the other side of the lake. I'd especially stay if my dad decided we'd take the boat across.

I was sat cross-legged on the plush couch watching cartoons in my pyjamas later on in the evening.

"Come on, Soph. We have an early morning tomorrow. We're driving and then after we visit our new neighbours, we're going fishing in the lake." Dad snatched the remote from beside me and stood in front of the TV to block my view.

I sighed, "fishing? Really, dad, already? I want to sleep in tomorrow."

"Your mom made that cake for them, and it'd be rude not to go."

"What's rude is that they've lived here all along and they never thought to visit us," I frowned.

"Don't be like that. It'll be fine, we won't stay long I promise, okay?" I remained frowning and didn't answer him. He flashed me a grin and then began to tickle me. I immediately began laughing. "Say it's okay and then I'll stop."

I curled into a ball on the sofa in an attempt to stop my dad from tickling me but it was useless. I tried to speak between breaths, but I couldn't. Being tickled, to me, was such a strange experience. It was fun at the beginning and got worse and worse as it progressed. I wasn't going to give in though.

"Charlie." My mom hovered over the upstairs bannister and gave my dad a flat look, "Andrew is sleeping. Send her to bed. You can play in the morning," she whispered.

My dad raised a thick black eyebrow up at me and put a hand on his waist, a smirk on his face, signalling my defeat.

"Fine. Night." I gave him a hug and went upstairs.