Page 48 of Inbetweeners
“No,” Nix said.
Harry turned to Emmett, and Nix knew what Emmett would say.
“Okay. One more day,” Emmett said. “And one rule. If either of us yell at you to go, you go, right? Because we were not fooled by that little demonstration.”
Harry squirmed. “Do you think I’ll go to Heaven?”
Emmett shrugged. “Unless you’re disguising the fact that you’re an evil little shit, or you play the bagpipes, yes, you probably will.”
“Did you play the bagpipes?” Harry asked Nix.
“When I could fit that in between murders and burning places down.” Nix buttered his toast.
“So…” Harry said. “Clearly, no one got railed last night. Why were you tied together?”
Nix glared. “Second rule for you, squirt. Stay out of the bedroom.”
“Then can I watch PornHub on your laptop?”
A text came through from Tar just after Nix had finished getting dressed. An address in Deptford. He thought about taking the bike so Harry couldn’t follow, but caught the look on Emmett’s face when he grabbed the bike keys, and swapped them.
He might be useful,Emmett mouthed.
“Is there any way to fight off a demon?” Harry asked.
Silence in the car.
“Emmett?” Harry asked.
“I have no idea.”
“Nix?”
“Not letting them find you in the first place is the best bet,” Nix muttered.
“I mean up here, in this world, if you stumbled across one,” Harry said. “Even if wearing a cross worked, I can’t pick anything up, well, unless it’s dead. Maybe if I prayed. Not that I’ve ever prayed. I don’t believe in God and stuff so maybe that wouldn’t work. Holy water? Can we get some? But unless there’s enough to bathe in… Hmm. Any ideas?”
“No,” Nix said.
“How did you die, Emmett?” Harry asked. “The first time, I mean, not when the car hit you.”
“I can’t remember.”
“You can’t remember? Why not?”
“I said I didn’t want to remember, so I didn’t.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I can’t remember.”
Nix laughed. “It’s a convenient excuse.”
“It’s not a fucking excuse,” Emmett retorted. “Just the choice I made.”
“An easy way out then.”
“Oh fuck you,” Emmett growled.
“You wish.”
“In your dreams.”
“Would you like to be?”
“No.”
Harryhmphedin the back seat. “Hate sex. You two should try it.”
