54
Ryan
“I’ve made another fucking huge mistake,” I say, storming furiously into Ian’s house and throwing myself down onto their sofa.
Ian closes the door behind him and comes towards me.
“Just how huge are we talking here?”
“Massive. A humungous pile of shit.”
“Please, tell me this isn’t about who I think it is?”
I glance up at him.
“Jesus, Ryan!”
“Why are you talking about shit?” Nick’s pleasant tone joins us from the kitchen.
“For fuck’s sake!”
Ian shrugs innocently as Nick comes over and joins the conversation, uninvited.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Ryan’s fucked up,” Ian says.
“I heard.”
“Why are you always here?”
“Because Ian’s a better cook than me.”
“Selfish bastard.”
“Well, it doesn’t look like you’re here just to see how Ian and Riley are doing…”
“This is already giving me a headache. Don’t you two have your own houses?” Ian yells, impatient now.
“What’s going on?” Riley joins us, too.
Great. Because my two dickhead brothers weren’t enough.
“Aren’t you about to pop?” I ask her, nodding towards the sandwich she’s eating. “You can’t even see your feet anymore.”
“Hey!” Ian jumps to his feet.
Riley looks at me, her eyes narrowed and her bottom lip trembling.
Fuck.
“I didn’t…”
“It doesn’t matter,” she says, putting down her sandwich and going back into the kitchen.
“You’re an idiot!” Nick slaps me around the back of the head.
