He was secretive about things, tended to keep things to himself for the most part. That was how he was used to things, he was the oldest and had to be strong for his siblings, or at least come off as if he was. He was there for them, and it was not fair that he had to set off his problems on his little sister, or either of his brothers. His father was once there for him, but after their mother died, everything changed. Him and his father hardly ever got along anymore, hardly talked much at all. It would have been nice to walk there with her and just spill it out. Tell her that he was useless at this point, that he hadn't been as strong for them as he wished, that he had turned to drugs to get him by. At her comment he gave off a smile, "I don't think any of us like being there anymore." As he looked at her he was blind to the sorrow in her eyes.
Listening to her he felt that pang of guilt. Of course he was still protective, but could he really say that he was that tough? He couldn't even handle his own problems at this point, handling their's would be even harder. Which was something he hated to admit. Jeremy Scott had always been there for them, the perfect example of an older brother. He would do anything for any one of his siblings. If ever Ashley was upset, he would do anything to fix it, if ever Justy had problems he couldn't handle, Jeremy would take it to his own. He was still there, but not fully. His mind was drifting anf outted from teh world. Frequently zoning, the deeper he got into the drugs the less he noticed that his family was falling apart. His middle brother was being pulled into the world of drugs, and all Jeremy cared about was buying his own. He had not had a conversation with his youngest brother in almost two years, and he was distancing himself from the world. Ashley was somehow getting tagged a slut in her classes. Still, all he cared about was his life, partying and drugs. Soon he wouldn't have them to care for, the two middle would leave off to college, something he should have done. Justy would be there, but he was so sore from their mother's death he wouldn't speak to Jeremy, then he would be gone. And Jeremy would have nothing but his life. "Glad to hear that someone still thinks I'm tough."
If he could revert back into his shell and become that protective, careless thirteen year old, he would. His life was so much more simple then, and he had been able to have fun without worry. He and Marlon had run around, picking at Ashley and Justy. When they didn't call one another by proper names like they did now. Jeremy had gotten into the habit of speaking to his siblings as Justin, Ashley and Marlon, compared to back then when those names did not exsist, it was simply Justy, As-As, and Mar. He had tried once to quit, going cold. He stopped buying and flushed all his product. It hadn't lasted long, but he had tried. He couldn't do re-hab, because his finacing came from Norma and Samuel. They would find out and Norma would think he was even more of a useless, bum, who doesn't deserve such a good life.
Moving to the swing with her he grinned, sitting down sideays in the seat, his back leaning against the chain. Pushing himself back and forth with his toes, a calm sense in the air at this point. "So, how has my little sister been lately?" He looked at her, still trying to act like he was perfectly fine. Like he hadn't stopped in that allwayway. Even as he asked the question he mulled over in his head whether or not he shoulod talk to her. She wouldn't judge him like Norma would, or so he hoped. She was his little sister, he could only know that she would be there for him. Directly knowing that the question would be turned to him he waited, thinking of an answer as he did so.