Was I a jealous bastard? Sure. Was I utterly and hopelessly in love with you? Yes. But did I expect you to tell me that your new boyfriend was my brother? No. I definitely did not. Dick? Really??? I mean, I couldn’t really be mad because you weren’t even mine, but still..

I guess I felt a little bad about being jealous, he was my brother after all. But I had been in love with you before he was. I think. Probably.

I was eating breakfast at your place like usual, grazing on the cereal I had stolen from your cupboard as you made coffee. I glowered, looking down into the bowl of cereal and lazily stirring it.

“So.. how was your date with Dick..?“ I murmured absentmindedly, secretly hoping that it went horribly.