Trevon's Pov
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you are hopelessly in love".
The sarcasm was so solid that it tasted sour in Trevon's mouth. And the fact that it was Serial dishing it out made it taste even nastier. Tray glared at the amphibian he called a brother.
"I'm just saying that I was a little surprised to see him at the restaurant after 8 long ass years", Tray defended.
Serial rolled his eyes.
"I still can't understand why he turned straight though. Are you sure you poked his ass real good all those times in high school?". He stupidly questioned me, while I was busy asking myself if I really shared any genes at all with him. The stark difference in IQ was always very clear.
"Before you fly off and question my libido, I'll have you know that I pretty much had him weak in the knees every single time I was behind him. If you'd asked me then and now, I'd say that I was always a 100"
"Oh yeah?. Guess Eli obviously thought otherwise". He let out a string of his annoying windshield laughter. Is it a crime to strangle your brother if he's an idiot?. I can't say that his words didn't scratch at my ego though. I felt like a wounded lion and I was not about to be the only person feeling like that.
"Since you're so good at running your tongue, let me tell you that I met an old acquaintance of yours as well, last night"
"Really now?", he asked with a hint of doubt in his deep voice, almost as if he thought that I was making this up.
"You wanna try guessing?", I asked but he quickly shook his head.
"I have too many exes and I obviously had no friends in college or high school. Whoever it was is not important", he stated bluntly
I was very frustrated that he had wriggled his way out of my grasp but I wasn't about to give up yet.
"oh I am very sure you will be interested in this little piece of valuable information. I promise"
He quirked a brow, and sat up straight, seemingly a little bit interested in what I had to say. I smirked, happy that he had finally bitten the bait.
"Well, obviously it's a female. Blonde hair like you like them. Big boobs, very voluptuous, rich, bratty, clingy and quite the blatant migratory bird...if you get my metaphor"
Serial gave me a side-glance, a look that said that he was thinking things through.
"Don't tell me...the devil's back in town?"
"Well I always love to be the bearer of such wonderful news and say yes, she decided to pay a visit to Manhattan. Your old nemesis, Elena is back in town, brother and she may be planning on moving here permanently"
"I hope I don't ever meet her then", he whispered to me in an annoyed tone.
My job was done since I had managed to get a rise out of him now.
"Don't come begging me to save you when she sinks her teeth into you once again", I smiled.
"Piss off ass-licker"
The laughter, I tried to hold in escaped as I watched him.
"anyway, have you heard from any of our other stupid brothers?", Serial asked
"Don't let Bryant catch you saying that", I replied
"I think I have the right though, he's just a year older than me"
I rolled my eyes at his arrogance. He definitely deserves being the second eldest, no one had the attitude or finesse to pull it off the way he did.
"no, Amy nearly gave Blaze a heart attack this morning. She apparently thought she had developed IBS or something like that, and had Blazy speeding on the highway at 4 in the morning. The poor boy was so exhausted after the ordeal, he barely slept after that", I replied his earlier query.
"marriage looks good on him though, I can't imagine you doing anything for anyone else other than yourself", he said in a very sarcastic tone.
"I don't intend to try the selfless act of self-righteousness anytime soon", I retorted.
The door suddenly flipped open and the ex-bachelor of the century walked in with all the confidence in the world. He completely dropped himself into the couch and stared at me in the face.
"What??", I asked in obvious annoyance. He took a breath and gave me the sweetest smile he could muster. The one he used to give anytime he wanted to coerce me into giving up my toys, back when we were younger.
"Can I spend the night Tree?, please?" he asked in a sickeningly sweet voice that made me feel like skipping desserts forever. Tree had been a childhood nickname we had adopted, because for some reason Blaze had never been able to say my name properly. Besides he never called me tree unless he needed a solid favor.
"And why in the bloody heat of hell would you want to sleep in a lonely man's condo?, when you could be cuddling your wife in a warm bed?", Serial asked with a confused expression visible on his face.
"I just need a fresh whiff of bachelor's air dude. Marriage is not always easy, sometimes you need your space and they need theirs too, so that you don't end up suffocating your partner or yourself", Blaze replied simply.
I gave a curt nod of understanding while the sarcastic Serial managed to find something stupid to say as usual
"Wise words Guru Zee".
Blaze nodded
"one day you'll meet someone for whom you will always want to go the extra mile for and when you do...you'll finally understand my words and actions"
"I don't think I'll ever understand married couples though", Serial retorted in pure doubt. Before he could start any arguments or drag this issue any further, the door flew open for the second time and the usually prim and properly dressed Bryant walked with disheveled hair, shirt tucked out of his pants and a red lipstick stain on the edge of his upper lip. As if that wasn't enough of a shock, a shy-looking brunette walked in right after him.