Colliding

This was inevitable, but it took us a long time to get here.

This is what we should’ve done since the very beginning, not that month long bullshit. I don’t knot what I was thinking, agreeing to something like that.

“You look fucking stupid, by the way,” I say, looking at his buzzed head, his brown wavy hair is long gone, “Georgie is going to hate it.”

“That’s why I did it,” he replies and comes back to me to punch me in the ribs unexpectedly. And harder than I thought, “Fuck her. And fuck you.”

“No, fuck her and fuck YOU!” I repeat and I go for his leg to throw his balance and make him fall to the floor. In just a second.

When I have him there, I sit on his waist to punch his face again. Once. Because when I see his nose start to bleed after the first blow and he’s groaning in pain, I stop.

Fucking baby.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Dean shouts, appearing by my side suddenly and lifting me off Cain’s body, “Stop this shit.”

“I’m not e—“ before I know it, Justin sucker punches me in the stomach