Chapter 6

“Oy!”

The shout came from outside. Luke jumped and stared out of the window. Max was in his own garden, at the bottom staring up. Luke opened the window wider.

“Will you either answer your phone or open the fucking door?” Max was angry. Luke was speechless.

“Why, so you can insult me again?” He moved to pick up his phone from the bed. There were fifteen missed calls, and a text saying, open the fucking door

Charming.

Max vaulted the fence that was between their houses. “Open the door.”

Luke slammed the window on a groan. He pulled on some old sweats and a T-shirt that were now way too big, combed his fingers through his hair, and slouched his way to the kitchen. He unlocked it and stood back so Max could storm in. He was breathing hard, hands on hips.

“What?” Luke said.

“You fucking idiot, I wasn’t talking about you.”

Luke raised his hands in a silent, ‘what the fuck are you on about’ gesture.

“I was talking about me. Me. I was shit at sex. Me.”