The Conversation

"Are you really still hungry?" I let out when he goes to grab another fucking breakfast sandwich. Cain stops midway to give me a weird look, then he grabs it, "I mean, you ate the whole lasagna yesterday, one would think you're not that hungry today."

"That was a lot of hours ago. And Georgie ate it too, don't just blame me," he complains and keeps eating for another five minutes before finally pushing his pate away, "Yum."

"Okay, so can we talk now?" Georgie asks, just as anxious as me. I nod and take a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

I've been thinking non-stop about this, the whole night and the whole morning, while they were both sleeping.

"Okay, before I start, I need to preface this by saying... Cain," I look pointedly at him, he immediately rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, waiting for the worst, "Georgie loves you, she wants you just as much as she wants me, that's why we're in this position and we went through that shit break-up. She never chose me over you,