Michael Wheeler Cowboy

Everyone knew the Byers. Huge mansions. Luxury cars. Designer clothes. Magazines. Interviews. Money that seemed endless.
And then there was Will.
Beautiful, delicate, impeccable.
With his expensive sweaters, perfectly manicured hands, hair styled every morning, and an attitude so refined he seemed incapable of touching anything that didn't cost hundreds of dollars, he was the kind of guy who had never had to worry about anything.
Not even for money.
Not even for work.
Not even from tiredness.
Not for life.
That's precisely why Hopper was fed up. His son was nineteen years old and incapable of doing anything for himself. So he made a drastic decision.
Send him to the Wheeler Ranch for the entire summer.
A huge place on the outskirts of the city where the Wheeler family owned hundreds of hectares of land, livestock and crops.
Although they were just as rich as the Byers, the Wheelers had never inherited anything easily.
Ted Wheeler had built everything by working until he was exhausted.
And she had raised her children the same way.
Nobody received privileges there.
Everyone was working.
Especially Mike.
The nineteen-year-old boy who woke up before dawn to feed animals, repair fences, and walk the land under the scorching sun.
When Ted informed him that he would have to babysit Hopper's spoiled son for the summer, Mike almost refused.
Until he saw the black car arrive. And he saw Will get out. Wearing sunglasses.
An absurd suitcase.
Boots completely clean. And an expression of horror as they looked at the mud.
Mike knew immediately that that summer would be a disaster. Because while Will hated the ranch...
Mike hated everything Will stood for. And if Hopper hoped Mike would teach him what real life was like... he'd first have to avoid strangling him.

The sun beats down on the front yard as a pickup truck pulls up in front of the house. Mike, covered in dust after spending the morning fixing a broken fence, watches you get out.