QUINN
I looked at Jaxx skeptically. “You really want me to go to a family picnic?” I asked.
He seemed conflicted about asking me. “Yea, I do,” he finally answered.
“I’m sure you can understand my hesitation here….” I reasoned.
“I know,” he said. “Please, just do this for me.”
We both knew just how extraordinarily uncomfortable New Year’s had been, but we hadn’t spoken about his family stuff since. Now that summer was in full swing; he was regularly at my house for lunch or dinner if we weren’t out elsewhere. My mom liked Jaxx, and my dad tolerated him. Jaxx definitely won points in my dad’s favor when he helped him fix the lawnmower.
I sighed. He was my boyfriend, and I knew I needed to do this for him. “Alright, what’s the dress code?”
“You’re the best!” he contended. “It’s j
