I get a message from Paul and open it. Johnson: YOU SAID THE L WORD!!! I groan and drop my head back against the headrest. Fucking Brendon. Albrooke: I’m going to kick Brendon right in the ass when I get back. He’s got a big fucking mouth. Johnson: Why didn’t you tell me? I’m the trustworthy one of this group. Albrooke: I hate you both. I’m trying to sext with my boyfriend. Johnson: I fucking hope not! He’s with us! A picture comes through from Paul of Preston glaring at Brendon, who’s inhaling an ice cream cone.
