Chapter38

#Chapter38

Childhood Friend

/"Fuck,/" Deimos groaned in pain as he held his head with both his hands.

I looked down at him while I stood on his bedside as he laid still on the bed with his eyes closed. That's probably because everything else spins when he moves and everything doubles when he opens his eyes. As if the persistent hammering on his temples isn't enough torture for one night.

Without moving, Deimos groaned, /"Did I do something stupid earlier?/" he asked.

I winced as I remember him making out with a random girl, vomiting on her dress, and then yelled at her when he thought she was Phobos. That was before Phoebe and I decided to take him home.

And then, of course, he did more stupid things on our way home, such as attempting to kiss Phoebe because she looked a lot like her brother. Phoebe told me to never speak of it again. But some things can never be unseen, unfortunately.