Page 43 of So Bad It Must Be Good

“Me.”

“Lemme guess,” Aiden said, apparently attempting to slap Liam on the shoulder but missing entirely. “You think she’s too good for me.”

“That’s not—”

“Kayla Ganna—Gabba—Gallagher is a fucking princess and I am a useless fuckup.”

“I didn’t say that, Aiden,” Liam said through gritted teeth. He didn’t know what to do with his brother being a drunken, self-pitying ass. He could fight antagonism. He knew what to do with that.

In what seemed to be the theme for today, he did not know what to do with this.

“Don’t have to say what’s truth. But maybe someone good and shit would fix what’s wrong with me.”

“Only you can fix what’s wrong with you,” Liam replied flatly as Aiden plopped back onto the couch. He sprawled out and closed his eyes.

“You’re confusing us, Li-Li. You’re the strong one. You can fix everything. Well, ’cept me, but sometimes I wonder if you ever tried.”

“Look, Kayla and I . . .”

But Aiden was making a faint snoring sound, his face lax, his body limp. Well, Liam supposed explanations about Kayla could wait until morning when Aiden was more likely to remember it anyway.

Liam shoved a cushion under his brother’s head, hoping to God he didn’t have to clean up another person’s puke again. But he wondered if Aiden was right.

Maybe he’d never really tried to help Aiden. Maybe he’d only ever pushed him away.

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