Elijah whines out, running to me and Trinity, “Trinity loves me more than you, Leonidas.”
She gasps and drops her book to the table when Elijah pulls her to his chest and squeezes her tightly.
“She’s just with you because you’re threatening her. Everyone here knows where her heart truly belongs.”
“With me,” Leo says simply with a shrug.
“With me.”
Leo’s eyes narrow. “She’s my girlfriend.”
“She was supposed to be mine!”
He smirks while shrugging his shoulders. “Well, she’s mine.”
“It’s never too late.” Elijah’s smile is full of cockiness while he squeezes the life out of his best friend. “She can change her mind.”
“Elijah, babe,” Trinity whispers. Rubbing his back slowly, she speaks into his chest. “It’s too late. I’m sorry.”
His pout makes her laugh. “You were supposed to be on my side, Trin.”
“I’m Team Drakos.”
“That means your Team Leonidas,” Elijah points out with a frown of distaste. “You’re just supposed to be on my team. Not his.”
Looking over at her boyfriend, she smiles at him. “Well, I’m his biggest fan. After all, I am his girlfriend. Sorry, bud.”
Mom and I share a knowing look. We’re just sitting back and observing this laughable interaction between the three.
Nothing is better than this.
Pushing back from Trinity, Elijah yells in mock hurt, “The betrayal is killing me. My heart—God, it fucking hurts.” Bending down, he places his hands on his chest and lets out a fake sob.
Not being able to hold in my laugh, I snort as his body hits the ground. “I’m going to mourn in my room over my loss.”
Getting up slowly, his body slouches as he looks over at Leonidas and says aggressively, “Fuck you.”
Mom lets out a gasp just as Elijah runs out of the room with Mom trailing right behind him. “Come here!”
My stomach hurts from all my laughter. Clenching it, I try to breathe before I start hyperventilating.
“Is he on drugs?” Leonidas glances at his girlfriend, then at me with humor in his eyes.
“Well, technically, yes. Yes, he is.”
An elbow to my ribs makes me yelp, and I flinch at the sudden feeling.
Turning, I glare at the culprit. “What, am I wrong?” I ask Trinity.
She picks at her nails. “Well, no.”
“That doesn’t explain his weirdness for so many years,” Leonidas corrects as he walks over to where we sit and takes the seat in front of Trinity. “He just got on the pills.”
I nod, agreeing with him. “That’s true. I think weirdness is just natural to him.”
“I can hear you!” our idiotic brother yells from upstairs.
Looking at one another after his sudden outburst, we can’t hold in our laughter.
