“No, I don’t, but I’m not taking shrooms from Chad from Sixth Street.”
Kieran gasped. “How uncanny. How did you know his name was Chadwick?”
I glared at my youngest brother. “I don’t know if you’re fucking with me or if you’re being serious.”
“That’s the beauty of it.”
I ignored him and focused instead on Daisy engaged in a three-way kiss with Nori and one of their bridesmaids.
“Ki—”
“I’m high; leave me alone,” she explained curtly, nestling into her seat, making herself comfortable for the two-hour ride home. I turned in my seat.
“Ronan, what the hell is your sister doing?”
Ronan peeled off his headphones with a tired sigh and shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Did they sleep with her?”
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t keep up with who my sister sleeps with. That’d be weird if you asked me.”
“That’s valid. But I have my concerns.”
“That’s on them, man. I have bigger things to worry about.”
“Like what?”
“Like our fathers’ upcoming double funeral. Either Dad or Uncle Jon will have a stroke. Call your father, Grant, and tell him you love him.”
No shit.
“Watch this,” Ronan said, dialing Uncle Ant.
“Why aren’t y’all at this house yet?” he greeted Ronan gruffly.
“I just wanted to tell you that I love you.”
The line fell silent for several seconds before Uncle Ant responded. “I love you, too. Now tell me what you did, son. Never mind. I don’t want to know. Did y’all have to call Burgess?”
“Nope. Everyone stayed out of legal trouble, and I didn’t do anything. Remember, I’m the good child,” Ronan said before hanging up. “That’ll eat him alive for the next two hours.”
I planned to confront Daisy, Nori, and their unicorn, but decided against it.
I have my own shit to deal with. I’m 90% certain Kiyah will show up tonight, but there’s always the chance she won’t.
Kiyah
“I can’t believe you both slept with her. I think it’s impulsive and you’ll both regret it later.”
Daisy laughed as the makeup artist applied mascara to her blond lashes.
“Relax, Kiyah. We were all consenting adults and had a good time.”
I shrugged, secured the strap on my heel, and answered the door.
“I’ll get it.”
I snatched the door open to find Kieran looking completely fucked over. His dirty blond curls were frizzed and tangled, and his face was red and splotchy. His pupils were dilated so vast that I could barely see the green in his eyes. And if things couldn’t get worse, he was only dressed in an undershirt, boxers, and long black socks. Kieran looked as if he escaped a mental institution. He clamped his hands on my shoulders and shook me like a rag doll.