“The Emil drama?”
“Yeah.” Kaj nodded.
“I know you kicked his ass, but… are you okay?”
The question sounded similar to the one he just asked, but Kaj knew the meaning was completely different.
“I am now.”
“Good.”
Silence settled for a couple of minutes as they blankly stared into nothingness. Kaj happily picked at the little fuzzballs on his tartan pajama pants until Mads spoke again.
“So, who’s the new vocalist then? Because I haven’t seen any announcements of the tour being cancelled.”
Kaj bit the inside of his cheek, hesitating whether to tell him who he was or not. Jealousy had never been a thing in their relationship, unless it was Noah Sørensen they were talking about. And although they weren’t together anymore, that man was like hitting a raw nerve for Mads and his ego.
However, lying about it didn’t make sense. The band was going to announce who the new vocalist was next week, so he would find out, anyway.
“It’s Noah.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah...”
“As in your first, right?”
Kaj nodded.
“What a plot twist. Didn’t see that coming.” Mads laughed creepily.
“Me neither. And I hate it. I hate it so much. Seeing him every day, having to listen to him sing… It’s infuriating.”
“Sure.”
Kaj glared at Mads.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He raised his palms apologetically, but he was not sorry at all. Kaj knew him well enough.
“Sure,” Kaj parroted. “It’s been ages. I’ve changed. He’s changed. The only thing that’s still the same is the bitter taste he left.”
“Mm-hmm...”
“Stop doing that.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Mads said as he grabbed his phone from the coffee table and typed something on it. “Oh, here he is.”
“Who?”
“Noah. And he’s looking hotter than ever.” The bitterness in his tone didn’t go unnoticed as he turned the phone’s screen toward Kaj with a picture of Noah on it.
“So what?”
“You don’t wanna fuck him as much as you wanna punch him?”
Yes. “No.”
“You know I can read you like an open book, right?”
