"Hmmm," Lexie hummed outloud when her sister mentioned the party. Jackson had quite a few friends, many of which she hxad "history" with. She wasn't sure whether or not she'd like to attend, but before she had much of a chance to think it through, she was nodding. "Sure I'd love to go," Lexxie smiled, almost against her will. When Lexxie hooked up with guys, she usually cleanly broke the "relationship" and didn't associate herself with them or their friends.<br/><br/>The front door opened and slammed shut, and Jimmy wandered in, obviously in a much better mood than usual. "Uh..." Lexxie said outloud, an eyebrow cocked at her brother. What the fuck had gotten into that kid? Drugs, Lexie answered silently.<br/><br/>"So anyways," Lexxie turned back to her sister, her eyes wide. "What the hell is wrong with him?" Lexie whispered. She continued talking though, obviously dubbing that question as rhetorical. Lexxie didn't care what had "gotten into her brother."<br/><br/>"What time's the party? And should I just go with you two, or just drive myself?" Lexxie almost regretted asking that last question. Her sister didn't know Lexxie even knew where the lake house was at. Truth be told, though, Lexie had spent many a weekends at that lake house, with more guys than she could remember. Lexxie tapped the toe of her flip-flop against the wooden panelled floor, awaiting her sister's response.