Just a couple days later, Jr is back. He’s leaning against that house again. You stop by him on your way to school with Sam, “Hey! Welcome back!” You know last time you saw him, you got into a fight, but isn’t that every time? Hopefully he’ll not take it too seriously… He nods, “Thanks…” But he’s distracted. His eyes are on Sam. You watch as his gaze slowly finds its way to his hickey, peeking out of his shirt. Sam blushes and covers it and Jr smirks. You get in his line of sight, “Ok, I know he’s your brother, but you can hold in the sex jokes ‘til I’m not around. I’m not interested in listening to you tease the living daylights out of him. Let’s be civil now.” Jr grins devilishly and Sam tugs on your shirt, “Come on, let’s go to school. There ain’t no way he’s keeping his big mouth shut…” Jr shrugs, “You’re the one going around with it on display Mr. Shy Boy…” Sam blushes deeper and tugs harder at your shirt. You glare at Jr, “Jerk,” and head to school. Jr’s laugh follows you and Sam as you head down the street. Sometimes you wonder if Jr will ever be nice. Aren’t jerky boys, like, supposed to change when they meet a girl? Aren’t they supposed to, like, “realise the errors of their ways” and all that? Well, it’s taking an annoyingly long time for Jr….
