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Family Matter

( Aron in the mm )

[10:36am EST]

ARON POV:

            Wasn't planning on letting the rain stop me from my morning run. Christiano wasn't expecting me to just pop up the way I didn't. Honestly, really wasn't expecting him to let me settle in. We don't have the best (brotherly) bound I'll admit. He does come through for me whenever I need him, I'll give him that as a older brother but that's about it.

           Life has been easy for me, when your dad was one of the biggest baseballs players growing up money wasn't a problem. Which is why I'm like this now sadly, I burned through my trust fund before I hit twenty-four. Chris on the other hand never took a dime from his, instead he gave it all back. Stupid him right? Not exactly. I believe if I would've done the same maybe I would be somewhere I want to be in life right now.

            The view of their house was beautiful man, can I say I'm envy of my brother at the moment. Two kids, great career and he's married to a guy at that. Whatever makes him happy I guess. The garage was letting down as I jogged around the corner of the house. I didn't bother to speed up, by time I looked up it had already closed. I walked up to the front door opening it as the alarmed beeped.

          Jordan walked in throwing his keys on the counter walking towards the stairway as Chris turned towards me removing his coat. "Trouble in paradise?" I asked as he smirked walking towards the refrigerator.

"Ummm okay?" I mumbled walking into the kitchen standing next to him. "You know you can talk to me?" I said trying to bound the moment.
"Paradise is good, family isn't " he said looking at me sitting his cup down. "Damn is it a big idea that I am here? Dude don't want me here the fuck?" I yelled . . .
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JORDAN POV:

      "Oh don't make this about you" I groaned turning the corner walking into the kitchen. "Aron if I didn't want you here" I said sitting down on the stool.

"Trust me you wouldn't, I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot so stop assuming things okay" I said flashing a quick smile to him as he looked at Chris than me.

Aron didn't say anything as Chris turned around facing me. "So when did you get here?" I asked looking at Aron. "Last night" he said. "From where? It's been four years since we've seen nor heard from you" I said staring at him.

He stubbled over his words, "umm, was caught up in some mess and shit happen you know". He said as my resting bitch face took over again.

"I don't know, explain ?" I said as Chris cleared his throat. "That's enough jay", Chris said looking at me. "Nah, it's okay he want to know I'll tell him" Aron said leaning over the counter.

"I fucked up, dropped out of school once I got my trust fund wasn't thinking I'll blow over thirty million but I did, I fucked my life, charged with a DWI, lost my house, my cars, my girl, my baby, start living that street life when I rand out of money , selling drugs, robbing niggas" he said pausing " I've lost at life, that's why I'm here I'm tired alright" he continued as I looked at Chris. "You're welcome" I said getting up walking off towards the stairs.