a spin-off of "addiction" and "overcome" :)
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billie and jessie have high expectations for all of their children, especially jackson. can he live up to them?
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"i'm tired of trying to live up...
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j a c k s o n
"mami!" i called out as i started to walk downstairs. i was on my phone, not really paying attention to where i was going. "can we bake some cookies?"
as i was getting to the end of the staircase, i misplaced my foot, which caused me to tumble to the floor. i sucked in a sharp breath as i felt my ankle sprain, and my hands immediately went to hold it.
"god damnit." i cussed under my breath.
"yo, what the fuck was that?" i heard momma ask before she came around to the front of the staircase. her eyes widened. "shit, dude, are you okay,?" she asked as she bent down to help me.
"no, i most definitely just sprained my ankle," i grumbled as she helped me sit up. "fucking hell, man."
"calm down," she tried. "sheesh, i'm so sorry you got your mami's ankles; them motherfuckers are always getting sprained."
mami came around the corner, her eyes widening as well. "what happened?"
"i fell down the stairs." i rolled my eyes.
she came over to help stand me up. they both helped me walk to the couch. i laid down on it, letting momma prop my ankle up, while mami went to get some ice.
"this is bullshit," i complained as i crossed my arms over my chest. "i have a date tomorrow and this happens? this is biphobic as fuck."
"calm down," momma told me again. "you're gonna be fine, alright?"
mami came back with an ice pack, placing it on my ankle. i sucked in a breath at the coldness of it, making them both give me a sympathetic look.
"you still want cookies?" mami asked awkwardly.
"please," i pouted. "cookies would be nice."
she moved over to move my hair from my forehead so that she could kiss it. "alright, they'll be done in about an hour. i love you."
"i love you too, mami."
i looked over at momma, raising a brow. "can we watch peter pan?"
"yeah, of course," she grinned, looking around for the tv remote. "you don't even have to ask me to watch peter pan."
"hell yeah." i murmured.
she sat on the couch next to me, letting me place my head in her lap as she turned peter pan on.
