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Ellis let his head drop with a loud groan. “Staying here was such a bad idea.” He turned the stove off. “Pasta’s cooked. Come up and get your own, nut sac.” Then he rolled his eyes. “Not you, Jeremiah, obviously. I was talking to the six-foot talking haemorrhoid sitting next to you.”
I burst out laughing and even Jeremiah tried not to smile as he put Mr Percival back in his box. We dished up our own pasta, and sitting on the couch eating Ellis’ terrible cooking just made me so freakin’ happy.
Having Jeremiah in my life and having my shithead brother live with us made me so unbelievably happy.
Granted, these weren’t ideal circumstances, with the cyclone and all. But even after everything Hazer threw at us, with all the devastation and the loss, to still be able to sit around and joke and laugh with each other, we were pretty damn lucky too.
“Cheers,” I said, tapping my bottle of water to Ellis’. “To surviving cyclones.” Then I tapped Jeremiah’s. “And to more storms in the future.”
Ellis shoved a forkful of pasta in his mouth, then spoke with his mouth full. “You’re both crazy.”
I laughed. “Maybe. But he’s my kind of crazy.”
Ellis ignored my sappiness and shook his head at Jeremiah. “I still can’t believe you saved those kids from that lightning strike.”
“I’m not surprised one bit,” I said. “We have footage of him running a hundred metres in the rain and sliding under the wall at the bunker like an action-movie hero.”
Jeremiah’s cheeks were now a vivid pink.
Such a contrast, from the hero to the shy guy...
“About the footage,” Jeremiah said.
“The footage from the bunker?”
“No, the footage from your balcony, looking at the cyclone.” He shrugged. “Maybe we could take a little look.”
I grinned at him.Hell yes, we could.“We could hook it up to the TV and watch it on the big screen!” I ditched my pasta and stood up. “I’ll go get it.”
Ellis groaned. “Oh my god, I’m living with storm nerds.”
“Shut up, nut sac,” I yelled out.
“Grab me a beer on your way back,” he replied.
I grabbed three bottles, and a few minutes later, the three of us settled on the couch with our beers, my head on Jeremiah’s shoulder. “Are we ready?” I asked, pointing the remote control at the TV.
Jeremiah kissed the top of my head. “Always.”
The end
