“Thank you again,” Sylvia said as we exited the main hall of the Comic-Con.
My cousin’s girlfriend, Sylvia, smiled at me as I carried her four bags. She had cleaned house on all the things she wanted to pick up while here.
“Yeah, thanks again,” Christie said.
Christie was Sylvia’s best friend and was my cousin’s best friend’s girlfriend.
“Max and Wayne would have never come with us,” Christie said.
“Please getting Max to do anything that interests me is a chore,” Sylvia said as we headed for the parking garage.
We all loved Overwatch the Blizzard game and had come dressed as our favourite characters. I came as Doomfist, Sylvia was Mercy, and Christie was Mei.
My cousin Max only played the shooting and sports games. He saw Overwatch as a lame knockoff.
“I love Max as my cousin, but he’s a piece of shit, as a friend or anything else,” I said.
Max had screwed me a couple of times, and as such, we weren’t on the best of talking terms. He still tried to be the want to be gangster that he listened to in the music or saw on television. I had grown past all that, but he always tried to pull me back. So I distanced myself from him, but we were still family, so we had to keep in touch now and then.