Especially if it kept me in their lives for a little bit longer.
My fingers tapped the screen, writing and deleting various things over and over. I didn’t want to worry them, but there was no way they weren’t going to find out from Devon what’d happened when they rocked up to training and Jonny was missing. And since Devon knew what the three of us were doing, there was a good chance he’d talk to them about it.
After last night they deserved better than hearing it second-hand.
Aiden
How’re you both doing this morning? I woke up to the news my kitchen has flooded with water and possibly sewage. I’m fine just fucking pissed. Jonny’s coming down so you don’t need to worry.
I chewed my lip, trying to think of a way to lighten the mood because I didn’t need anyone else worrying about it.
The fire crew was milling around their truck—hopefully getting ready to get the fucking water out of my bloody kitchen. I grinned and lifted my phone to snap a picture of them, dropping it in the chat.
Aiden
On the plus side there might be hot firefighters
I slid my phone back into my pocket, knowing they wouldn’t be up for a while.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bacon’s battered white van pulling into the car park, the bassline of his music making the already shitty suspension vibrate. He saw me, waved, and pointed to the seat beside him.
The beautiful bastard had brought me a Maccies breakfast as promised.
Thank fuck for small mercies. And hash browns.
