Jax's P.O.V

Me and Dylan continued to play video games until I started to fall asleep. I slept on the couch and the boys slept in their bunks.

Caylin left not long after my phone call with Xen. She seems like the pissy type.

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I woke up in the morning and blinked hard, I slowly sat up with my face in my hands.

"Goodmorning sleeping beauty," Brian chirped behind me.

"Fuck off, need coffee," I grumbled. I heard his slight laugh and the clanking of glass.

"Here," he handed me a mug full of hot, fresh, coffee.

"You're a saint, and I love you," I mumbled, eagerly grabbing the cup and sipping from it. He lightly laughed again before sitting next to me.

"So, I have some questions," I looked up at him, I hated questions.

"Yes.."

"Well first, the names. Why Jax?" He quriked his brow and sipped his cup.

"Started as a nickname. Friends started it, 'Jack of All Trades' and over time it just turned into Jax, I guess," Not ever something I thought much about.

"Okay, next question. This Xenly girl, what's the story there?" My breath hitched for a moment at his question. And I remained silent for a moment.

"Well, we started as friends, obviously. Until she admitted she had feelings for me and vice versa. We were together for like, God, maybe 8 months? It was bad. Life got dull, and neither one of us were happy so we broke it off and rebuilt the friendship we screwed up," I shrugged.

"And what does 'bad' mean, exactly?" He sipped his mug again.

"Getting too far ahead of yourself, Bri. I can't tell you everything right now or we'll have nothing to talk about later," I replied, turning as I heard noises behind us once more.

"Goodmorning," A tired Dylan dragged his feet along the floor.

"Goodmorning," Me and Brian replied, at the same time.