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Chapter 5

The weekend brought a sense of calm to Jamie's usually chaotic thoughts. He found himself sprawled on his bed, the afternoon light filtering through his window, illuminating the clutter of his room. While he enjoyed spending time with Sienna, today felt like the perfect opportunity to reflect on his past, especially with his brother visiting.

Jordan "Michael" Rhodes—his older brother—was someone Jamie both admired and envied. At twenty-one, Jordan had always been the confident, charismatic sibling who seemed to glide effortlessly through life. With his athletic build and infectious laughter, he was the kind of guy people gravitated toward.

As Jamie heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, a rush of memories flooded back. Growing up, Jordan had been more than just a brother; he was Jamie's protector and role model. But he was also a constant reminder of what Jamie perceived as his own shortcomings.

"Hey, little bro!" Jordan called out as he stepped into Jamie's room, tossing a basketball from hand to hand. The familiar sound made Jamie smile. "Ready to shoot some hoops?"

"Sure, let me just grab my shoes," Jamie replied, trying to match his brother's enthusiasm.

As he slipped on his sneakers, Jamie couldn't help but recall their childhood. Jordan had always been the one to encourage him to try out for sports, to step outside his comfort zone. "You've got to be tough, Jamie," he would say, ruffling his hair. "You can't let anyone see you doubt yourself."

But those words often felt like a double-edged sword. While Jamie appreciated Jordan's support, he also felt the weight of expectation. As he followed Jordan outside to the driveway, he wondered if he would ever measure up.

Once they were on the court, Jordan started dribbling the ball effortlessly, demonstrating a few impressive moves. Jamie watched, his heart swelling with admiration. "You make it look so easy," he said, shaking his head with a laugh.

"It just takes practice, man. You can do it, too!" Jordan encouraged, passing the ball to Jamie.

Jamie took a deep breath, trying to push aside the familiar nerves that bubbled up. He shot the ball, and it barely grazed the rim before bouncing off. Jordan chuckled lightly. "Okay, that was a warm-up shot. You got this!"

As they played, the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the court. Between shots, they exchanged banter and stories, and Jamie felt himself relax. But he could still sense the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

"Hey, Jamie," Jordan said, his tone shifting to something more serious. "I've noticed you've been hanging out with that Sienna girl a lot lately."

"Yeah," Jamie replied, glancing away. "She's amazing. We've been spending time together."

Jordan nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You like her?"

"Definitely," Jamie admitted, his cheeks flushing. "But I just... I don't want to mess it up. What if she realizes I'm not as cool as she thinks?"

Jordan paused, placing a hand on Jamie's shoulder. "Listen, I get it. I've felt that way before. But you need to remember that you're a great guy. Sienna's with you for a reason."

Jamie shrugged, the weight of self-doubt creeping back in. "I just don't want to disappoint her. You know how people talk."

Jordan's expression softened, and he leaned against the fence. "People are going to talk, but that doesn't matter. What matters is how you feel about yourself. You've always been hard on yourself, Jamie."

"I guess," Jamie replied, feeling the familiar sting of inadequacy. "It's just hard not to compare myself to you."

Jordan chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You're not me, and that's a good thing. You've got your own strengths, your own path. I may have had my moments, but I also struggled with my own doubts. It's part of growing up."

Jamie looked up, surprised by his brother's admission. "Really? I thought you had everything figured out."

"Trust me, I don't," Jordan said with a laugh. "But I've learned that it's okay to lean on people, to share those insecurities. You're not alone in this."

As they resumed playing, Jamie felt a sense of relief wash over him. The words hung in the air, a reminder that he didn't have to face his fears alone.

After an hour of shooting hoops, they collapsed onto the grass, panting and laughing. The sun began to set, casting a warm glow around them.

"Thanks for today, Michael," Jamie said, using the nickname he had always called him. "It really means a lot."

Jordan smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Anytime, little bro. Just remember, it's all about taking those small steps."

As they sat there, Jamie thought about how much he had learned from Jordan over the years. He realized that while his brother had set a high bar, he also believed in him—just as Sienna did. And maybe, just maybe, he was ready to start believing in himself, too.

"Bro, can I come in?" Jordan asked, leaning against the doorframe with a playful grin.

"Yeah, come on!" Jamie replied, sitting up on his bed and pushing aside the basketball magazines scattered around.

Jordan stepped in, taking a quick glance at the room. "Nice place you got here. Looks like a tornado hit it."

"Ha, very funny," Jamie said, rolling his eyes but smiling. "What's up?"

"I wanted to check in on you. I know things have been a bit intense with Sienna and everything," Jordan said, leaning against the dresser.

"Yeah, it's... different," Jamie admitted, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I really like her, but I'm still trying to figure it all out."

Jordan nodded, his expression serious now. "That's normal, man. Relationships can be tricky. Just be yourself, and don't overthink it."

"Easier said than done," Jamie replied, crossing his arms. "What if I mess it up?"

"Then you learn from it," Jordan said, his tone steady. "Remember, no one expects you to be perfect. Just be honest with her."

Jamie considered his brother's words. "Thanks, Jordan. It helps to talk about it."

"Anytime. I'm always here for you," Jordan said, giving Jamie a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Now, how about we hit the court again? I could use a rematch."

"Bring it on!" Jamie laughed, feeling a surge of confidence as they headed back outside together.

"Jordan, I'm still nervous. I mean, this is the first girlfriend I've ever had," Jamie admitted, kicking a pebble on the driveway.

Jordan paused, looking thoughtful. "That's totally normal, bro. First relationships can feel like a big deal. Just remember, she's probably just as nervous as you are."

"Yeah, but what if I say something stupid or make her regret going out with me?" Jamie's voice dropped, the self-doubt creeping back in.

Jordan shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "We've all been there. You won't know until you try. Just focus on having fun and getting to know her better. The rest will fall into place."

Jamie took a deep breath, feeling the weight of Jordan's words. "I guess you're right. I just really want to impress her."

"You will," Jordan said confidently. "Just be yourself. That's what she likes about you in the first place."

As they resumed their walk to the court, Jamie felt a little lighter. Maybe he could let go of some of the pressure and just enjoy the moment.