Just for a little

Two Jacks?

4:45pm
I finished my daily 2 hour run and opened the front door basically drenched in sweat. Even though I was always busy, I could always take a run to clear my mind.
"Kat hon is that you?" my mother called out from our kitchen as I shut the door behind me. I kicked off my Nike running shoes and put them on our shoe rack.
"Hey" I called out to my Mom.
I turned the corner and followed the smell of pastries.
"Yum" my eyes bulged when I saw the chocolate glazed donuts sitting on our white marble island.
"Uh uh" my annoying ass twin said as he flicked my head and plopped on our couch onto to scroll on his phone.
"Don't touch me" I smacked his hand.
"Someone's a little feisty today" he snorted.
"Attractive" I snickered.
"I always am" he said making a kissey face at me. I just rolled my eyes.
"Kids I have some news for you. And no you cannot be mad and no you have no choice" my mom said sternly giving me a certain look. I raised my eyebrows and sat on a chair on our island.
"Shoot" I mumbled.
"Well you know how I named you after my best friend, Katherine Gilinksy" my mom smiled slightly. Uh oh.
"What.." I didn't think I wanted to know the answer.
"Well to make a long story short, her son is the same age as you and a few years ago, you've never met jack I know,"
"Who?" I asked.
"Jack Gilinsky. Her son. Sweet boy. He's the same age as you and they've been living in Nebraska all this time and since I'm from Nebraska and all, we've known their family. So, Jack and his friend Jack Johnson,"
"Hold up, two jacks?" I interrupted.
"Yes now shush. It's very rude to interrupt," I just a rolled my eyes at her.
"So jack and jack are moving out here to California and they are singers. They have been for a while now and are getting serious but are not ready for their own place so I offered them to stay here and they are." She took a deep breath and didn't release. I have a headache. I looked at Mason and he had the biggest smile on his face.
"So what do you think?" my mom asked nervously.
"Just for a little" she bit her nails which meant she was into nervous for my answer. But cmon now, random guys in my house. What if they were total creeps?
"Hell n-" I started
"Shut the hell up, Hell ya!" Mason shouted. I'm pretty sure everyone in Calabasas heard him.
"Shut up you mole rat" I groaned, massaging my temples. I looked at mason who just stuck his two front teeth out and mimicked a mole rat. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm taking a shower." I said trotting up the long ass stairs and pulling off my Nike windbreaker and stripping down.
I stepped in the warm shower and all my anger melted away. Maybe this guy is actually a good guy. Or good guys? Two jacks. This should be hella interesting.