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A group of thugs dragged me into an alley. In a panic, I called my boyfriend thirty-nine times, only to have him decline every single call. My whole body trembled as I struggled desperately to break free. Just as they were about to strip me naked, laughter suddenly erupted around me. One by one, they removed their masks and caps. I looked up stiffly and saw that every one of them was someone close to me. My younger brother, Caleb Bennett, scoffed. "This is hilarious, sis. You should've seen the look on your face. Did you seriously think someone was stalking you?" My older brother, Adrian Bennett, teased, "How are you still this easy to scare after all these years?" My best friend, Maya Grant

“But you heard the old man. He got this. Five years is not a long wait, and I’m sure he can do it earlier than five years.” “I hear you, Janna. Who’s old here?” Uncle asked, feigning a scowl on his face. I giggled together with the females as we all pointed our fingers at him and said, “You...” It was a joke that Dad started, as Uncle Jake was the oldest among everyone. Technically, he was just two years older than Dad and Uncle Gavin, but they still wanted to point that out. “Me?” He pointed a finger at his chest. “Tell them, princess, how young I am and how young I make you feel.” He smirked before winking at Aunt Clair, who was giggling softly, her cheeks turning scarlet.

he says simply. I blink at him. “You always do.” He tilts his head. “You look like you could use a dumb joke.” “I really could.” He leans in. “Okay, what do you call a chicken that crossed the road, rolled in mud, and came back?” I stare at him. “A dirty double-crosser.” I snort. “That’s horrible.” He grins. “But you laughed.” “I did not.” He lifts a brow. “You giggled.”

He tried to brush the topic away. “Young?” James spat in disbelief and we laughed. “Bro, you are almost forty.” James reminded him the hurtful truth that we were all growing old. I also can’t tell when I catapulted from eighteen years to twenty five, it’s unbelievable but yeah, we are aging. “Let him take his time, okay?” Logan seems to be siding with him. “Really? Well, I’m getting old.” Reina said with sarcasm lingering in her voice, she acted all sarcastic and we laughed.

“Excuse me? Who are you calling old? As long as someone’s under thirty, they’re not old, okay? Even thirty is just the start of getting older — it’s not like, officially ancient. How dare you call someone in their twenties old?” “But still… your face looks kinda old already.” “You brat!” I narrow my eyes at him, and he just laughs harder. It’s such a familiar sound. I’ve heard it a thousand times before, but right now, in this room, it hits differently. I know he’s just teasing — he’s been doing this since I was in high school. Always calling me ‘old’ just to annoy me. And somehow, even after brushing so close to death, he hasn’t changed one bit.

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

She replied. “Back in the days I used to score higher than any of these young folks nowadays. It’s like these youngsters have no energy at all these days.” Said Mr. AtWood. “Back in the days, you never played soccer, old man.” I uttered, breaking him from one of his endless old times stories. This man lied with a straight face and I never missed a chance to get him embarrassed. His laugh faltered and he shot me his signature death glare, the corner of his eyes squinting along. His hairline had receeded further.

Noah I couldn’t stop replaying it. Not the game. Not practice. Not even Jessa’s smile when she leaned into me like she belonged there. It was the stupid joke. The one line I tossed out without thinking, because that’s what Jackson and I do. We’ve been ripping on each other since we were ten years old. It’s muscle memory at this point — sarcasm and shoves and laughing through everything that gets too heavy. Except this time it didn’t land the way it used to.

Was there really nothing that I could help him out with? “How about some coffee…or tea?” I offered hesitantly. Or me? Ok, that’s an old joke that’s not funny in this situation. It wasn’t like I could play that joke on Reiner. I sighed at how useless I apparently was. “Coffee…” he said without looking my way. “Ok. Please wait a moment,” I replied enthusiastically.

My heart jumped in my chest as I heard the words, even if he met me in the prison, tattered and beaten. " I am sure I wasn't born at the time you started searching" I said trying to lighten his mood. " I know. I was the reason you were quickly born" I laughed at that and his lips perked up. " How old are you, old man?" I said jokingly. " Haven't you heard not to ask an elder their age? What a generation" he said and I laughed. " Tell me" I pleaded touching his thigh and the car swerve sharply to the side.