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 island bench. “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 realises 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.