16
Ryan
Ipeel myself away from the sofa to go and answer the door.
“Who let you up?”
Ian and Nick come through the doorway, uninvited.
“I know the code,” Ian says casually.
Why the fuck did I give it to him?
“Let’s go, put some clothes on.”
“Why should I?”
“Because we’re going out,” Nick responds.
“Why do I have to come with you?”
“Come on, move your arse,” Nick says, flicking off the TV.
“I was watching a film,” I protest.
“Well, you’ve watched enough now. Time for you to come out and get some fresh air.”
“With you two?”
“Do you see anyone else queuing up?”
“Luckily, no.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Why do you always make everything so difficult?” Ian says, losing his patience. “Come on, we’re going out for dinner. The three of us.”
“You must be kidding.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” he steps towards me, menacingly.
“You don’t scare me.”
“I could snap your leg in half,” he threatens.
“I’d like to see you try,” I shoot back.
“Guys, enough,” Nick says, trying to pull us apart.
“Has Mummy given you a time out?”
“He just knows that my brother needs a good kick up the arse.”
“Stop it, both of you! Ryan, get dressed. Now! And you, Ian, grow up…”
Nick’s decided to come back and play the pain-in-the-arse big brother. “We’re going out tonight and I don’t want any more bullshit, from either of you, okay?”
I hold my hands up and step away from Ian. “Okay, got it, I’ll go and get dressed. I hadn’t eaten yet anyway.”
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