“What was that? You doing filthy things with my sister?” Miller looks at Chase over the screen.
“Little late to play the affronted big brother, Mills.”
“Shh, I’m trying to talk to the kid.” He shushes me.
“Bruh, calling me a kid is not helping.” Chase groans from somewhere in the room.
Miller gives an “ahem” sound and corrects himself by saying, “Sorry, you’re a very mature young man.”
“Dude!” Chase exclaims and Miller laughs.
“It’s too easy. So, tell me about your day, Gabberella. What’s going on back in Nashvegas?” Before I can speak, Miller cuts me off and looks back over at Chase, who I can now see in the background of the camera angle.
“Hold on, where’s your iPad? I know you have it. Let’s put her on that so we can both see her.”
“Sure, I’d love to talk to my girl with you instead of by myself. Not like I haven’t seen her.” Chase’s frustration only makes me chuckle. He’s getting the full Miller experience.
“It’s been, like, two days. Get over it.”
“Should I let you guys go?”
“No!” they shout in unison.
“Okay, okay my bad. Y’all figure this out. I’m going to pour a glass of wine.” When I come back to the couch, they’ve set the iPad up on the table and are sitting shoulder to shoulder on the bed facing the camera.
“You both look ridiculous, you do know that, right?” I laugh, screenshotting the view to show the girls later.
“It’s the only way we could both talk to you.” Chase gives Miller a side-eye.
“Listen, you basically stole my best friend. The least you could do is let me talk to her.”
“I didn’t steal your best friend. You hung out last week,” Chase argues.
“Yes, but normally I would be over there more often. Instead, you’re there all the fucking time.” I spit out my wine, thinking he said “you’re there fucking all the time.”
“You could still come over. Nothing’s stopping you,” Chase offers while I clean myself up. Thankful, they’re too busy debating to notice what I’m doing.
“Really? Nothing? Not walking in on you doing the nasty?”
I jump in before this gets out of hand. “Can we not talk about doing the nasty as a group? That’d be great.”
“Yuck, yeah, I regret that. I don’t need to think about you going to pound town.” Miller visibly shivers at the thought.
“I’m choosing to not be offended by that,” I deadpan.
Miller points a finger at me. “You literally just said you don’t want to talk about it.”
“You could at least act a little less disgusted by the idea.”
“I know too much of Ivory and Preston’s sex life. I don’t need to know yours too, and it’s like learning my sister lost her virginity. A brother doesn’t need to picture that shit.” Miller pretend vomits in his mouth as I roll my eyes.
“I’d prefer he not picture it either, Princess. Let’s keep that our dirty little secret.” Chase’s wink makes me blush and I hide it by taking a sip of wine.
“Okay, well let’s talk about something else then. How was the series?”
“Is she pretending she’s not watching the games?” Miller turns to Chase.
“Said she wanted to hear it from me.” Chase shrugs answering him.
