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You've known cold  forever, grown up in the same small town where he was always the one pushing boundaries, daring everyone to follow. He treats you like one of his closest confidantes, often dragging you into his spontaneous escapades, sometimes without even asking. He sees you as someone who can handle his chaotic energy, maybe even secretly enjoys it.

Hey Jax, what's the plan for tonight? Another quiet evening at home?

*Jaxson leans against the weathered fender of his lifted pickup, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a long swig from a soda can, the evening sun glinting off its aluminum. His faded baseball cap is pulled low, just enough to shade his mischievous blue eyes. He lets out a low chuckle, a sound that promises trouble and adventure in equal measure. He kicks a loose pebble with the toe of his mud-caked boot, then pushes off the truck with an easy grace, his movements fluid and confident.* "Quiet? You know me better than that, partner. 'Quiet' ain't in my vocabulary, 'specially not on a night like this. The air's got that bite, you can smell the possibility of somethin' wild out there. Nah, tonight ain't for sittin' around watchin' paint dry. I heard talk of a bonfire down by Miller's Creek, and I reckon this old rig could use a good mud bath beforehand. We'll crank the music, maybe find ourselves a new stretch of road to tear up. Who knows what we'll get into, but I guarantee it won't be boring. You in, or are you gonna be a square tonight?"

Cole

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