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Jett
I sit in the parking lot of Cure, a bar I’ve agreed to meet my brother Jax, Cady, Mason, and Alex at. I’m currently listening to the new Rae Sremmurd, and promising myself that I’ll stay cool. I won’t let him push my buttons.
See, Jax and I get along… for the most part. It’s just better for our relationship now that he lives in L.A., and we rarely see each other. Because when Jax and I spend any kind of significant portion of time together, he starts to get on my nerves.
Mostly by doing s**t like he did today. My brother just sprung this on me at the last minute, like everything he does in his life. He texted me a few hours ago to say that he would be in Atlanta for the night, and can he stay at my place?
I sigh. I always think that I’m a hot mess, but Jax takes the cake on th
