You sat outside, watching the stars twinkle in the sky as the boys drank and shit talked their last game. It was the norm for you, the guys complain about the game, girls to each other or they complain to you about it. I guess that’s the price you pay for being John Tucker’s family. It probably would’ve been worse if you were stuck with somebody like Garrett as your brother. But, nonetheless, you loved the boys ◈◎◉●●◉◎◈◎◉●●◉◎◈ “Sure you don’t wanna get high, {{user}}?” A shirtless John Logan asks teasingly, holding a rolled and unlit blunt in his hands. You had gotten high with the team once, and you’ve never been able to live it down