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Jackson sighed and straightened his tie for the third time, ensuring the knot was tight and the crease was just off-center. "This is stupid. This is so stupid."
"Yes," Tyler agreed, lounging on the bed and watching Jack in the mirror. "It's supposed to be."
"Reunions are supposed to be stupid?"
"High school was stupid," Ty said with a snort.
"High school wasn't that stupid," Jackson replied absently, wondering if he could get away with no tie at all.
"You played football," Tyler said, the disgust in his voice making it completely evident what he thought of that. "Of course you didn't think high school was stupid. I'm surprised you're so against this reunion, seeing as how you were Mr. Jock and all. They practically begged you to come back for it."
Jack blew out a breath between puffed cheeks and barely managed to restrain his eyeroll. Tyler was his best friend, had been for nearly fifteen years, but there was still a world of shit they didn't see eye to eye on. Maybe that's why they got along so well. "Whatever. It's our ten-year reunion, let's just go to this thing and then hopefully drop off the map. They won't be able to find us for the twenty-year one."
"I'll tell 'em where you are." Tyler grinned, standing up and checking to see if he'd wrinkled his pants by sprawling all over Jack's bed. "Don't worry, Jackie. They'll always be able to find you."
"That's great," he muttered, but Tyler just laughed.
Jack fiddled with the stereo in Tyler's sleek convertible--the job with the pharmaceutical company gave Tyler headaches, but paid him well--and was satisfied with the low, smooth sounds of jazz he found. He leaned his head back on theheadrest and closed his eyes. Their reunion was in a local hotel and Jack didn't expect the drive to take longer than fifteen minutes.
A valet greeted them at the front door, efficient and quick in his mannerisms. Tyler handed off the keys and came around to slap Jack on the shoulder. "Ready? They'll all fall swooning at your feet, Jackie. Hell, I'd fall swooning at your feet if that was my thing."
"It's not your thing," Jack reminded him. "I tried."
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