TONY: Book 1 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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"I hate you," I mumble. "I hate you so much."

"No you don't," Morgan denies, chugging a beer before belching. "You just dislike the truth!"

"So, y-you"-hiccup!-"love this dangerous dude?" Asks Nate, nursing a can between his hands.

We're currently in our dorm room, these two a drinking until their livers shrivel up and die, whilst I'm remaining sober so I can think clearly. They insisted that I get drunk too, but I'm just not in the mood to. I need to think, talk to someone- these two drunkards have to so apparently.

"I don't know, I mean, I definitely like him a lot, just... love seems pretty solid. Very- I don't know! Attached? Long term?"

"Sherious?" Morgan slurs.

"Yeah, serious," I nod.

"I say fuck it!" Nate exclaims, hosting his can in the air. "You only love so many times, some people don't. You find him, fuck him then tell him. Makeup sex is so good dude. So cheers!"

"Cheers!" We chorus.

We neck back our drinks, only Nate's is empty, so he crumples it then grabs a new one from the pack.

"I wove you guysh," Morgan mumbles. "You guysh are so... fabuloush."

"I know," Nate comments. "You should be thankful for having me in your present."

"You mean presence?" I ask.

"That's what I said."

"I don't want to fall in love," Morgan claims. "It's just too committed for my liking. Chelshea wash sho horrible to me- but cashual shex on the other hand? Wooh! That shit amazing!"

"Morgan, I don't want to hear about your sex life," mutters Nate.

"Shince you got caught banging shomeone else's girlfriend? How ish that bruise by the way? Can you breathe properly?" Morgan taunts.

Confused, my brows furrow, "Sorry?"

"Apology excepted."

Nate sighs, "Yeah, might have gotten drunk—"

"Surprise, surprise," Morgan interrupts.

"—and fucked a wrestlers girl."

I stare at him as if he's grown to heads, "You fucking idiot."

"Hey! I was drunk and not thinking clearly."

"Like right now," Morgan lays on him. "We are sh-o stupid."

"I'm not stupid."

"Oh, but you are."

"You're more stupid."

"I get A's."

"Bull."

"Nah. Ask my grades."

"Okay kids," I tease. "Let's stop this fighting. How about you  guys catch some shut eye on Nate's bed?"

"No! I want to sleep on yours!" Morgan protests.

I give her a flat look, "Like hell you're vomiting on my bed."

Rolling her eyes, she shrugs, "Your duvet could use a little more colour."

I drag her onto her feet, letting Nate get up and sway, before he slips underneath his covers, followed my Morgan. They both are already changed for bed (made sure of that before they got drunk) and snuggle into each other, murmuring their good nights. I smile at them, loving how they act like they hate each other but don't.