Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Joshua walks over to Cameron. “Give me your phone.”
Cameron hands it over without looking up from the paper and Joshua goes and lies on the lounge and starts to log into Cameron’s Facebook page.
“So, what happened last night? Get any action?” Cameron asks as he turns the page.
I shake my head. “No, not into him. Bit of a toss actually, he told the waitress off. Rude bastard.”
“Who is this prick?” Joshua snaps.
My eyes meet Cameron’s as he rolls them. “What prick?” I reply monotone.
“The same guy was in a photo with them two weeks ago.” “Are you kidding?” I snap.
“You just banged Charlie’s Angels in the hot pussy trifecta and you are worried about some loser sitting next to Natasha in a photo on Bridget’s Facebook page?” I shake my head at him as I drink my coffee.
“Here, look at this photo. He has his hand on her leg. See, under the table.” He points to the screen.
I walk over to him and take the phone from his hand and study the photo.
“Who cares? It’s been six months,” Cameron snaps. “Natasha’s a bitch…he can have her.”
Joshua’s eyes shoot up. “Watch your fucking mouth,” he snaps. I smirk at Cameron and throw a cushion at him which hits him hard in the head as I walk back toward the kitchen island.
“Blasphemy, Cameron. Never try to dethrone the queen.” “Go home, both of you,” Joshua says flatly.
“Bullshit,” Cameron snaps. “You’re a soft cock. You have the hottest chicks on the planet lining up for you and you’re stalking your ex-girlfriend from my Facebook page.”
Joshua smirks as he keeps scrolling through the screen.
“So, anyway,” Cameron continues, “you know that hot nurse I’ve been banging from the hospital.”
Joshua’s eyes stay planted on the screen. “Which one?” “The blonde one.”
“Elaborate. I think you’re banging about ten blondes at the moment,” I mutter flatly as I drink my coffee.
“Anyway, word on the street is she’s married, and she just left her husband for me.” He scratches his head in frustration.
Joshua laughs, his eyes not leaving the screen. “Ha, sucked in.”
“How do you not know she’s married?” I ask in horror. “Murph, I hardly know her name. How would I know
she’s married?”
“You’re a cock. I hope someone screws your wife when you get married,” I stammer.
“No one will be screwing my wife because I will be marrying a virgin…like Nat.” He realizes what he is saying and stops immediately. Joshua’s eyes lift from the screen and he glares at Cameron. “Sorry mate… I didn’t mean,” Cameron whispers uncomfortably.
“I know what you fucking meant,” Joshua snaps. He stands and throws the phone onto the lounge and walks upstairs. We hear the shower turn on.
I put my fingers in the shape of a gun and pretend to shoot Cameron as he slumps back into his chair.
“You know you really are stupid,” I mutter.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
Natasha
The morning sun warms me through the windscreen as I sit in my car. I watch Max slowly walk across the pedestrian crossing with the two little girls, one in each hand. We are dropping them off at school for his girlfriend Hallie, who had an early shift this morning. I watch attentively as the girls point and talk in over-animation as they show him things around the playground. One of them bounces on the spot, full of excited energy. He looks and smiles as he comments, then he laughs out loud. I smile broadly.
Max is happy when he’s with his girls, carefree even. I myself have a huge soft spot for the two of them, their beautiful little personalities ooze honesty. Their father died when they were just one and three. Cancer. I cannot imagine the horror of not having my dad alive and around as I grew up, and yet they can’t even remember what he looks like, or the sound of his voice. Tragic.
Speaking of tragedy. It has been nine long months since I lost my beautiful dad. I miss him. Christmas was the hardest. I don’t know whether the dread of the impending day was worse than Christmas Day itself. Brock was still in Afghanistan, so it was just Mum, Bridge, Grandma and me. The Stantons graciously invited us to their house in Melbourne but Mum declined, because Josh and Cam were not going to be there and it was too far to travel with Gran, not to mention the small matter of us all not being able to stand Margaret. I have kept her sordid secret… regrettably.
Joshua and Cameron had Christmas in LA with Adrian. I know if Joshua had been in Australia, Mum would have been in matchmaking heaven, she hasn’t given up, nor have the girls. I’m not so sure though, maybe I have.
On Christmas night after an afternoon of silently crying in my bed, I did the unthinkable. I rang him. He didn’t pick up. And yet he knew how desperately sad I would have been about my dad; he still didn’t pick up. I’ve blown it. I have no doubt he has moved on, with who though I’m unsure. The girls speak to Cameron and Adrian on Facebook every couple of days and they told me Joshua hasn’t seen Amelie since the Armageddon day at the hospital. I find that hard to believe. Cameron asks about me every time he speaks to Bridget. I know this because unbeknownst to him, half the time he is speaking to me.