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Enthused, Ethan trudged down the stairs, turning into the kitchen.
Damn, the game was getting really fired up.
To be honest, he hadn't expected the video to have gotten so gassed.
He thought he'd get a chill time with his mate, but it had morphed into a party once they actually got going.
Vik had needed to take a piss mid-game, so Ethan thought he'd take the opportunity to grab himself a drink.
Their house was big. That was undeniable.
But the fact that Ethan was turning into the wrong room, actually emphasised it.
Or emphasised the fact that he was an absolute dweeb.
About to cross the threshold of the room, he heard a muffled ringing emit from the corner of it.
What the actual fuck.
Not only having scared Ethan shitless, it was also assaulting his ears because the ringtone was a horrible rendition of Lamborghini.
He wanted to leave the phone. He honestly did.
But seeing as no one else was in the room, Ethan grabbed the phone, just to see the call window slide down into oblivion.
He recognised it as Simon's.
It wasn't the colour, or case, or brand that gave it away.
It was the fucking lock screen of Simon holding someone's hand, facing a sunset that rendered both their faces unrecognisable.
Who the fuck left their phone unlocked?
Who the would fuck left their phone?
Simon, apparently.
Sunlight streaming in from the current sunset that he overlooked at the moment, coupled with the brightness of the screen turned to its lowest possible setting made it impossible for Ethan to decipher the other person's identity.
Before he could relieve the curiosity piling up within him, Simon strode into the room and Ethan almost dropped the phone.
Jesus Christ.
But this was his chance.
Who was the girl in the photo? Why hadn't Simon had her over yet? Why was he keeping his relationship secret?
Questions ran through his head endlessly, his piqued interest giving rise to his urge to tease Simon about it.
"Oh, my phone was-" began Simon.
"Yeah, I was just about to give it to you," Ethan cut off.
Taking his phone back might as well have been prying gold from a peasant's hands.
"What?" Asked Simon, when Ethan wouldn't budge.
"Say," Ethan started, teasing comments and insults already burning at his fingertips.
Oh boy.
Simon wasn't going to hear the end of this.
"Where do you keep the other beer? I mean, like I checked the other fridge but you guys only had this brand. Thought you guys swore the other one was the sickest."
Simon smiled and Ethan's intentions melted into a guilty weight from intending to impose.
"Oh. Last week? Valentine's Day I think? JJ and I got pissed drunk on it. We couldn't stand the taste since."