Chapter 48: NO CLASS OR MANNERS
"Fuck you, Arlo!" Michael grumbled as he took his brother to his bedroom. The problem was: his bedroom was on the second floor, and he had to drag his brother, whose body was bigger and taller than his, to climb the stairs. "Oh, fuck! Come on! Walk! We are going to fall if you are like this! Why don’t you have anyone in your home?!"
Michael couldn’t stop cursing as he finally managed to reach the top stairs and dragged him to his bedroom, while Arlo was mumbling something under his breath; but mostly, he was unconscious. Too drunk to string a comprehensible word.
"Fuck you, Arlo! Can you be heavier than this?! I feel like I have done ten rounds of gym!" Michael stretched his body and threw a blanket over Arlo’s body; he was not going to be affectionate and tuck his brother in.
He was already being ’affectionate’ enough not to throw him from the stairs.
However, before he left the room, he heard Arlo mumble something, but this time, his voice was a little bit clearer.
Out of curiosity, Michael came over and leaned his body close enough to put his ear near his mouth to listen to what he said because he heard Arlo mention River’s name.
He knew that his brother loved River, and Aubrey was only a distraction. Arlo was being an idiot not to be able to see that.
"I am sorry..." Arlo whimpered. "I shouldn’t have let her kill you... I am sorry, Riv."
Michael widened his eyes and straightened his back almost immediately. "Wh— WHAT? WHAT THE HELL, ARLO?!"