Gravity.

Something that sucked. Jack, Quinn, Luke, and you all knew the troubles of gravity. It was a Hughes Family thing.

They all made it clear by falling on the ice during games, but you? You made it clear by falling off your bed. Over and over again. Sometimes, it was intentional. Sometimes, it wasn't.

Today, it wasn't. But God, it was funny. You and Jack were in your bedroom, playing games on the Xbox that was set up when you lost your balance and fell off the bed, landing on your back.

You and Jack met each other's eyes for a split second before laughing your asses off.

"Oh my— Oh my god-" Jack said, laughing so hard that he clutched his stomach. "You should've seen your face!" He exclaimed mid laugh.