THE DAY MY BESTFRIEND STOLE MY FIANCE
Marcus moaned almost childishly, jumping down onto the bed beside his younger sister.
"Tom, Cock, and Harry? Really, Marcus, really?" She spluttered, bursting into laughter all over again. Somehow, lying on the crummy little loft room bed made it feel as though they were twelve and fourteen again. She could just picture it now, her desperately attempting to d******d a movie from some dodgy website whilst Maarcus wouldn't shut up gossiping about who was banging who in secondary school. It almost made all those years seem like they hadn't been so bad.