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e l e v e n ✺ perfectly legal

e l e v e n ✺ perfectly legal

I woke up a couple mornings later to see a present on the bedside table.

A little birdie told me that you're 21. Happy birthday, Reasester.
-Chris 

I rub my eyes, yawn, and start opening the present.

In it was a Archer jersey and a $40 gift card to Checkers/Rally's.

I put the contents back in the bag and walk to the living room.

There, I see a mess of blonde hair watching MLB Network.

"Hey, sister." Wil waved at me.

"Wil!" I jumped over the couch, tackling him. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too." He grinned. "Richie bought me a plane ticket to visit for a few days. You know I wouldn't miss your 21st birthday!"

"This was a huge surprise." I smile at him. "I'll have to thank Richie."

With that, I take out my phone and text Richie.

To: Older Brother 💩💙⚾
hey. Thanks for bringing Wil, I appreciate it.

Richie replied not a second later.

From: Older Brother 💩💙⚾
np. Look, I really miss you. I'm really sorry about the other day. Can you come back to the loft?

Me (Rease Shaffer 🌟)
ig. As long as Danielle doesn't come to my birthday dinner, we're cool.

From: Older Brother 💩💙⚾
I figured you wouldn't want her there, so yeah, I didn't invite her.
I love you, sister. ❤

I smile and nod at the phone.

Wil places his head on my shoulder. "So, I reckon Richie said you're welcome."

"Yeah."

"You know, I had gone to Richie's, and he said you had been here for a few days. Did something, erm, happen?"

"Yeah." I nod. "Do you remember Danielle?"

"Oh, my God." Wil snorted. "Danielle Davies? I hated her."

"I know." I sighed. "And now she's back. She's convinced Richie that she's changed, when she actually hasn't."

Wil shrugged. "Still a master of deception."

"Yup."

My phone then started to vibrate.

"If you'll excuse me." I then stood up and answered the call. It was from an 813 number, so I knew it was in the area, but I didn't know who it was.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Rease Shaffer?"

"Yes, and you are?

"This is Andre Haverton, from Rays Radio. I was calling, because somebody told me today was your birthday?"

Chris, you self-aggrandizing bastard.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Happy birthday!" Andre said over the phone. "We can't wait to have you intern here at 620. Are we still on for Monday?"