#siestaevent

Jaxon was hanging out by the pool, drinking a mixture of this and that, after popping a couple of pills he was still figuring out. The idea for the party was great because now no one could judge him for being a complete wreck. He would like to say he doesn’t care what people think, but he does. And only a few people were privileged enough to have seen a glimmer or a glimpse of the boy behind the wolf. 

One by one, the party filled with his eyes trained on the entrance. There were some people he invited who he was still waiting on. There were also certain people he wanted to greet personally. 

finding a dyed blonde white chick in a black bikini and cat mask at a jaxon jameson party was probably more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack. it didn’t help that brooke wasn’t answering her phone either. sent to voicemail, remi squirmed from the outside of the house and back in. “if you’re breaking the hoes before bros co- excuse the fuck out of you, bitch? don’t fucking touch my hair!” remi shook out the sting in her palm from dealing out a slap. “you better not break the hoes before bros code, broo broo.” she tucked her phone back into the straps around her arm before someone could stumble into her and send it crashing to the floor. at least she was less likely to lose it this way. she tapped the nearest person on the elbow. “yo - do you wanna go do jell-o shots?”