I hate my brother. I do.
Adam messages me, a chuckle leaves my mouth, because I know that he knows he loves his brother.
Why?
I type back. I wait for a second, and he answers.
He didn't show up last night.
I furrow my eyebrows, replying back immediately.
Maybe he slept over at one of his friends' house?
Adam replies with the laughing emojis.
I'm calling you.
Just as I read that, his name pops up on the phone. I press the green button, putting it on my ear. "Hey, Adam."
"Hey, baby gee," Adam greets me with a new nickname. "I swear I am so tired of Xavier being bipolar, and he doesn't even have it."
"Like I said before, your brother has friends, doesn't he?"
"That, I don't know. What I'm sure of, is that my brother got laid last night."
"Call him now, and make sure that he's oka
