"What?" You said in complete shock. "No. That's not possible. My little brother is dead. This is all some freaky hallucination. This must be part of the withdrawal."
"So, you are addicted to something." (B/N) said. "And by something, I mean that you're a heroin addict."
"How the hell did you get it right?" You asked. "And you better say that it was a random guess."
"It wasn't." (B/N) said. "I know your dealer and he got arrested."
"How the hell do you know my dealer?" You asked. "Are you an addict?"
"Hell no." (B/N) said. "I don't do drugs. I have friends that do though and I'm in charge of getting the drugs for them."
"You mean that you pay for your worthless friends to do drugs?" You asked. "(B/N), that's...."
"No." he said. "And don't call me (B/N). My name's Jet now. And yes, it's my legal name."
"Whatever." You said, rolling your eyes. "Now, back to our discussion. You pay for your friend's drugs?"
"No." he said. "They give me the money and I go to their dealers. What's convenient is that they all have the same dealer. But he just got arrested so you and all of my friends are fucked."
"I'm not fucked." You said. "I'm currently going through withdrawal."
"Yeah?" he said. "And how's that going?"
"It's tough." You admitted. "I've woken up every single morning throwing up except for the two days that I've been here. Plus, I'll just be sitting in class and I'll get a craving and I won't be able to focus. It's so fucking annoying."
"Are you going to rehab currently?"
"No. I don't have the money to go. A friend of mine...he has some issues too and he offered to have me go instead of him but he's moving so I told him to use the money on himself when he got to his new place. It took a lot for me to convince him but I eventually did."
"Who is this unnamed friend of yours?"
"I'm not telling. He prefers to remain unknown."
"That's bullshit and you know it is, (Y/N)." You thought to yourself as soon as the response came out of your mouth. "Mark's got seven fucking million subscribers. I don't think that he prefers to remain unknown."
"So he's a mysterious type." Jet said.
"Sure. I guess you could put it that way."

Heavy silence hung in the air for a few moments before you spoke again, "How are you and your dad doing?"
"Don't you mean our dad?" he asked.
"Yeah." You said. "You know, he didn't come to visit me while I was in the hospital. Neither did you."
"Dad and I were having issues during that time." Jet said. "We were at our worst then."
"Oh." You said. "Well, Grandpa came."
"He did?" Jet asked in shock. "I thought that he was in California."
"Me too." You replied. "But he actually flew over to come visit me."
"That's nice." he said. "How did that go?"
"Not so well." You said. You decided that you were going to tell Jet about what happened that night. Though you were going to leave out the part where Mark came and took you to his house.
"Oh no." Jet said. "What the hell happened?"
You tried to hold in the tears as you told him but you just let them fall.
"H-he told me that Grandma said that she loved me." You said. "A-and that she never stopped looking for me up until the day that she died, which was the day that Mom and Dad, not real Mom and Dad of course, rescued me. And he just told me things like how he loved me and stuff like that. A-and then he dropped on the floor. I-I looked over and saw that he was having a heart attack. I yelled at the top of my lungs for the doctors to come and they did. They lifted him up and took him into another room. I sat there for a while, worried out of my mind. That's when someone came in and told me that they did everything they could. I put two and two together then and realized he was dead."
"Oh my God." Jet said, wiping away your tears. "I can't believe that you had to go through something like that while you were in the hospital recovering from a car accident."
"I know." You said. "My life isn't fair."
"Yes it is." Jet snapped. His tone and anger took you by surprise. So much so that you didn't have a response to his statement. You let him continue on with his anger. "(Y/N), millions and millions of people are starving right now. Or maybe they have cancer and they only have months, maybe even weeks to live. And then there's people who are addicted to drugs. Now, I understand that that was you at one point but you're on the road to recovery. Some people have no one to tell them that they need to quit. They have no one who gives a shit enough to say, "Hey, what you're doing to yourself is wrong. You should really stop.". You have me to tell you that. You also have (R/N) and this unnamed friends of yours. (Y/N), your life could be so much worse right now. You could still be in the hospital, in a coma from the car accident. And speaking of that accident, you were one of only two people that made it out alive. The others died upon impact. They didn't even make it to the hospital before they were pronounced dead. You should be thankful that you even have the opportunity to go to college. A certain someone told me that. And I'm using this certain someone's words against them right now. Anyway, my point is that, compared to some people, you're living the best life ever. You should stop and take a moment to think about that every once in a while."
"Jet..." You said, stunned that someone like him would say something as empowering as that. When you first met him in Literature, you thought that he was a worthless piece of trash and was going to be worth nothing to society. But things changed when you found out he was your little brother. The little brother that you thought was dead the entire time. "You're right. and I am thankful. And I'm even more thankful that I get to go to college with my little brother. But, even more than that, I'm glad you're alive."
"Aw, sis." he said, ruffling your hair. "Stop it. You're gonna make me cry."
"Maybe you should cry." You said. "You men like to keep all of your emotions in. No wonder why women live longer."
"How about you shut the fuck up?" he teased, lightly shoving you.
"How about no?" You asked, shoving him back. "How about you start doing your homework?"
"I actually have been doing it." Jet said, picking up his backpack that was sitting right next to him on the ground. "See? You should feel how heavy this bad boy is."
"Wow." You said. "Wait, why the hell do you have a backpack?"
"Why not?" he asked.
"True." You said, standing up. "Well, I have to go and do my homework. I'm very proud that you're finally starting to realize that college is important, Jet."
"Yeah." he said, shrugging. "Well, I have a big sister and a father to please."
You smiled at him, saying goodbye one last time before heading back into the building.

As soon as you were inside, you took your phone out of your pocket and texted Mark.
"Man. You wouldn't believe what can happen when you sit down with someone at a fountain."
Your phone buzzed just a few moments later.
"Tell me about it."
You smiled as you typed the message.
"Well, it all started when I met this kid in my Literature class."