Читала сегодня вот это. Это всё из первого тома, продолжение после вечеринки, когда упоротый в хламину Брайан решил засосаться с Лиамом, хозяином тусы. Никак не добью кусь со страдашками Картера по этому поводу, которые закончатся охуеннейшей кульминацией во всех сука смыслах. Которую я сюда, конечно, не буду выкладывать, мвуахаха! Но вот уже почти добила... Мммммм... Прям, предвкушаю, как я это уже добью до конца! 🤌🤌🤌

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I don't care, I don't care, I don't care!

Carter curled up into a ball. He sobbed and whimpered, like a whiny baby for his mummy's tit. He cried, until trees in the garden got all blurry-leaky ink, mixing up with the dark shape of the sky. The cold starless thing, it gave no shit about Brian and Liam back there, making out with each other like two bitches in heat. They're big boys, Carter thought. They're big boys, and that's none of my business if they wanna fuck like a bunch of horny rabbits, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care! Goddamit, I don't bloody care.

But he did. He did care more than he ever should've cared about one bloke munching on another bloke's mouth. Carter pulled at the smoldering joint, held the smoke in, closed his eyes and savored the bitter grassy flavour, the chill and the numbness, spilling in his chest. At least he had this. Weed helped him care a tad less.

"Found ya!" A gentle tap on the shouder. Carter flinched. His eyes snapped open. Amanda stood tall above him, wearing her widest smile.
"You're late," said Carter.
"Why, that is not particularly gentle-manly of you, Mr James," she performed the most sickeningly posh accent Carter could think of. The slick strands of her gorgeous shiny fair hair rested on her left shoulder. Her mini-dress glittered like a disco ball. Stunning as always. How come Brian always got the best out of this life with barely any effort? Am continued, "I know I'm late, thank you very much. But see, I'm a la-a-dy, and you're not supposed to. . ." She bent forward, inspecting him closely. "Oi, cuz, what's up? Have you been. . . crying?"

Carter sprang up to his feet. He sniffed a couple times, wiping both his cheeks on a sleeve super quickly.
"Nah, I'm fine," he said. "It's. . . just mandy. Took a bit much, I guess."
Amanda chuckled.
"Must've been a bloody nice chunck of 'a bit much'. . ." she said. "I'd never seen drugs make you weep before."
"I wasn't weeping, alright?"
Amanda didn't look convinced in the slightest. Which meant she was gonna dig deeper. Well, maybe, let her? It was her boyfriend kissing another dude in there. It wasn't Carters business, if Brian chose to screw things up in front of everybody. By all means, let it roll!
He offered Amanda a puff. She took a careful drag and scrunched her face. "Eeew, bitter!"
"Best thing I got," said Carter, as he took the joint back. "You look gorgeous, by the way."
She sent him another ravishing smile.
"So, where's my weird-arse bf? You two had a barney or something?"
Carter shook his head, suppressing a painful pang in his chest, masking it with more coughs.
"Nah, we're fine," he said, handing her the last bits of his joint, barely a couple drags left in it. Amanda took the last puff, and left the roach rest on Carter's open palm.
"Well," she said. "Gotta go investigate!"

Carter watched her disappear into the roaring party house. He wiped his face on his sleeve again. Better this time.

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