More Than Forever(112)

"I swear it, Lucas, shut up!"

His low chuckle turns to a guffaw.

"I bet you didn't even know her name!"

"Yeah, I did," he says, almost looking offended. "It was... Robby? No! Roxy."

I tense. Blood whooshes loudly in my ears, but everywhere else... Dead. Fucking. Silence.

"Did someone say Dylan?" Ethan pipes up.

"Roxy!" Lucy roars.

Lucas's eyebrows bunch. "Yeah, why?" Then his eyes widen and focus on me.

I duck behind Lucy's shoulder.

"I'll murder her!" she shouts, her glare fixed on Lucas.

"Fuck," he spits.

"What the fuck is wrong with that whore! First my boyfriend, now my brother!"

His hands go up in surrender. "I swear I didn't know." He looks so fucking scared that I'd laugh if I didn't actually think he had a reason to be. He tries to back away from her but he falls back in his seat and crashes to the ground.

I must have unconsciously suspected what was about to happen because my arms are tight around her stomach. "Let me go, Cam! Let me go!"

I grip her tighter.

"Holy shit," Ethan chuckles.

"LET ME GO!"

I sigh, defeated, and then jerk my head at Lucas. "You got five seconds."

I wait until he's on his feet before releasing her. He runs. Fast. So he should. He laughs as she chases him around the yard until he's cornered. "I hope your dick gets whore poisoning and shrivels to its death! And then I hope all the girls see it and laugh at you! And then I hope it falls off! You can stare down at it and cry like a little bitch, just like you did when your pet hamster died!"

His laughter stops instantly. He straightens up, eyes narrowed, body rigid. "Don't talk about Princess Leia like that."

"Yeah?" she says, crossing her arms and cocking her hip. "Well, when your dick falls off we can bury it next to her." And then she pounces. She doesn't do much damage. He's six-two, built like their dad. She's tiny, and twenty pounds soaking wet. She's also weak as shit.

"Are you fucking biting me?" he shouts.

That gets laughs.

We all sit in silence and watch it play out. Her, somehow attached to his back, her arm around his neck and his forearm in her mouth.

"Fuck," he screams. "Cameron! A little help!"

I take my time getting up and lazily walk over to them. She tries to take me out, too, but I'm too fast and duck her hits. Awkwardly, I peel her off him. "Come on little stealth ninja, time to settle down."

By the time we sit back down, she's calm enough that I don't have to be on alert for any impromptu attacks. She's still upset, though. I can tell because her arms are crossed and she's pouting. "I hope she chokes on cock," she mumbles.

That gets more laughs.

"Whore," Amanda chimes.

Logan shakes his head at her. "Don't encourage it, baby."

Then Micky adds, "Dumbass."

"Yeah!" Lucy agrees. "I bet she's dumb. Really dumb! I bet the smartest thing that's ever come out of her mouth is cock. The fucking whore."

More laughs, even from me.

"Don't laugh," she clips.

I stop.

She growls. "I wish I could punch her in her ham wallet."

"Or..." Micky starts, her face lighting up with a smile.

"Or what?" Lucy asks her.

"Remember prom night... and James's truck?"

"Holy shit," Logan mutters. "Operation Mayhem?"

"What?" Ethan almost shouts. "You guys did that to James's truck?"

Micky covers her mouth to stop from laughing.

"He bitched about that shit for a month. I can't believe it was you guys."

"He kind of deserved it," Amanda says.

Logan sits up, resting his knees on his elbows. "It's not the same without Dylan."

And on cue, we silently bow our heads.

Lucas looks around before asking, "Why is—"

"Shut your whore loving mouth, Lucas," Lucy interrupts.

Then Jake leans forward. "We need a plan."

"We need supplies," Logan responds.

"We need a car," Micky adds.

Lucas clears his throat. "I have the minivan."

***

Operation Mayhem, which Lucy has not so subtly renamed Ho-peration Whore-hem, somehow consists of the following:

A tube of Superglue.

8 rolls of aluminum foil.

A can of spray paint.

A roll of duct tape.

16 cans of tuna.

A kiddy pool.

36 tubs of Jell-O.

12 tubs of chocolate pudding.

A concrete statue of the ugliest gargoyle Lucy could find.

6 bike locks.

And...

A mannequin.

That last one was the hardest. It took some heavy flirting on Logan's behalf. Luckily, Amanda was fine with it. She even encouraged it.

Lucas drives us to where he just got laid. Thankfully, it's a side street so no one will see, and even if they do, we hope they're drunk enough to find it as funny as we do.