The Wrong Brother

Summary

Jake is five years older than me, but I never called him "Brother." I watched him date girl after girl, dutifully calling each one "Sister-in-law." On my 22nd birthday, I waited all day, but Jake never showed up. That night, I made a wish: to stop loving him. When I went downstairs to take out the trash, I saw a familiar figure. It was Jake’s best friend, Wes. "Wes? What are you doing here?" "Jake got caught up. He asked me to drop off your gift." "Oh. Thanks. Where's yours?" He smiled. "I prepared two options. You answer my question first, then I'll decide which one to give you." "Summer, loving him is exhausting, isn't it? Why not try someone else? How about being my girlfriend?"