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Fuck. Jimmy was sitting at her kitchen table. He'd shaved his head and was wearing a ripped "Farewell to Kings" tee and faded jeans. He looked like a thinner, taller Henry Rollins. It was completely unfair. He looked like a rock star with the long hair and looked like an edgier rock star with the shaved head thing. There was no way I could pull that off. The prick. "Jimmy wanted to talk to you," Em said. Great. Just fucking great.

“I’ve had a day.” Jimmy walked in last. Calm. Sharp. Dressed in that infuriatingly casual hacker-core hoodie with some ironic quote stitched across the back and boots that screamed I know where your secrets live. He gave me one long look over the rim of his iced coffee (with a biodegradable straw, obviously), pursed his lips, and flopped dramatically into the chair across from me. “Honey,” he said, eyes narrowing as he opened his laptop, “is this a ‘we’re all going to die dramatically in a fireball of cursed energy’ situation? Or is this more of a ‘digging up dead drama from your haunted bloodline’ thing?”

Jimmy sat in silence for a minute watching her, urging her to leave with his eyes. "Look, don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with you. It's just that I work alone I don't like partners." Jimmy had left out the how and why he did not like partners. It was no secret though. Before coming here he'd been a New York City police officer.

“Why don’t you just kill me, Jim? You’ve ruined my life and—” “Hey... what’s this? Don’t overreact, Jiji. Are you crying? Angie Reviera crying?” Jimmy laughed as he wiped Angie’s tears away in a mocking tone. “Come on, Sis... don’t tickling me. You failed your mission and now you’re caught up in puppy love. Don’t you realize how funny your attitude is?”

We did our signature greeting before walking to the parking lot. "I introduce you to my newest baby..." He stated the moment we walked over to a range rover."It seems the old lady is keeping you well..." I teased. "I make sure she is satisfied in bed..." He winked and we both got into the car laughing.Jimmy moved to Los Angeles when he was eighteen years old and got married to this lonely desperate rich 50-year old woman who was in need of love.That's how he became , a young millionaire and with time a well known web developer.If that's not luck then what do we call it? Unlike me who is stuck between a crazy woman and a sweet girl who brings peace in my chaotic life, a father who doesn't app

Jimmy had dirty blond hair, a football player’s build (he played high school football), and a dumb bulldog face, but he didn’t look like that anymore. Over the last ten years, he must have lost a hundred pounds, gained a faceful of zits, started losing his hair up top, and his white chiclet teeth were now brown, yellow, and rotting. Though he was only three years older than her, he looked nearly forty. Meth was a hell of a drug. “Uh, hey, Jim.” Jimmy had always given her a creeper vibe, but now there was just something pitiful about him. “How’s it going?”

he asked as he spread his arms open for a hug. "Jimmy!" I exclaimed excitedly, then jumped into his arms. "You didn't tell me you're coming out today." "Yeah, I wanted to surprise my baby." he replied as he pat my back gently. Jimmy and I are childhood friends, we've both been through hell together.. oh, we're friends with benefits too, mainly because he understands why I'm addicted to sèx. He was arrested last year, and sent to prison for involving in a fight and murdering someone, but I know he was framed because the Jimmy I know wouldn't even hurt a fly.

Jimmy doesn’t really know why, but he follows the lead of his fearless boss. I bid them goodbye, but when I get outside, I realize that I came with no car. I was driven here. Someone taps my shoulder and I turn to see Jimmy. “Good, Jimmy..I was just about to call you. I don’t any means of going home.” I say to him and he chuckles. “I know.” He says and he begins to walk towards where he parked the white Ferrari. He looks back to see whether I’m following and when he sees that I am, he continues his strides.

" Jaehyun heard it loud and clear, but he has to hear it again and confirm it. making sure he wasn't just imagining things. "Oh, yeah, let's sit down first. "I have something to say to you." Jimmy guided Hyun to the nearest bench to sit down, thinking Jaehyun might help him understand his weird dreams. They sit down facing each other, and Jimmy holds Jaehyun's hands, locking them together. "So the thing is," Jimmy breathes in and out before he begins. "It's been a month now since I've been having these weird dreams." Jimmy took a deep breath before continuing. He wasn't sure if Jaehyun would believe him or think of him as crazy.

“So, like I said, you will apologize to Kimi, and correct the behavior of others when they act like asshats.” “Fine,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that,” I put my hand to my ear. Jimmy tugged the idiot’s head up by his hair. “Fine,” he said a little louder. “Fine what?” I asked. Zack actually growled. “Fine, I will apologize to Kimi, and shoot down anyone who tries to show her sex tape.”