By the time his long dragging day was over, Max was off and his therapist was off his back. Camie had her meats and Jett was completely ready to crash. When he got home, he played for hours on end until 3AM when he felt a wave of sleepiness. Crawling to his perfectly made bed thanks to Mariana, he sprawled on the large surface area and closed his eyes thinking about what had become of him. At only 24 he owned one of the largest corporations passed on from his father. He was forbidden to care for it, the company would hardly last a day without him. Jett wasn't sure how Camie was, she was pretty angry this morning and so was he. The atmosphere was cold in his car and he couldn't believe she only ate oatmeal for breakfast. It pissed him off to see her eat like that and he hoped that Max had delivered her breakfast fast. It was also his fault he left her with zero modes of transportation, and it worried him that it might someday put her in serious danger. He hadn't heard anything from his auto insurance on the quality of her shit looking car, but he might as well tell them to recycle it and buy her a new one.
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January 20th, 2015 at 12:21am