Secret Pogue

F I V E

I woke up to someone shaking me.

"What?" I mumbled out.

"Hurry up. I'm taking you to school today and I need you to be ready in 15 minutes," Said my annoying older brother.

"Your only giving me 15 minutes?" I ask sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

My head hurt like a bitch.

"Yes. If I woke you up any earlier you would have killed me," Pope said pulling me out of bed.

"Your not wrong," I said rubbing my head.

"Can you get me some nurefon while I get dressed?" I asked, walking towards my drawers.

I sighed as I remembered last night's events. I really know how to fuck things up. I led him on and then backed out. I'm such a bitch.

I pulled on some leggings and then pulled a cropped jumper on. It is a bit chilly today. I quickly applied some makeup and pulled my hair back into a messy ponytail with two strands framing my face.

"How come it takes you hours to get ready but today it took you 10 minutes?" Pope said coming into my room.

"It takes hours to look pretty, but I dont have hours. So this will do," I said grabbing the nurefon and water bottle from Pope.

"I think you look beautiful," Pope said, grabbing my school bag and putting my books in.

"Awww thanks Popey," I said kissing his cheek.

We walked through the house and out the door. Mum and Dad are already at work.

"So, where were you last night?" Pope asked.

My face dropped and my brain started coming up with a lie.

"Well I was with John B, then I went to the beach and got a bit tipsy," I answered shrugging.

We were walking to school. It was only 15 minutes and school didn't start for another hour.

"You were more than tipsy. You fell asleep on the front porch. I had to carry you to bed. Also if you keep getting drunk it will meet with your brain," Pope said, adding his little smart comment on the end.

"I'm sorry. I had a bad morning and I just wanted to relax," I said, looking at him.

"Well I wanted to watch this movie I found with you," Pope said, grabbing my arm as we crossed the road.

"Pope I can walk across a road I'm not five. You do this every time we cross the road," I said, pulling my arm away.

"And you say that every time. Plus your my baby sister," Pope said, shrugging.

"What movie was it?" I asked, changing the topic.

"It's the new fast and furious movie," Pope said.

I stopped in my tracks and glared at him. He turned and looked at me.

"You know I can't watch them without crying. It's just to sad without Paul Walker," I said, slightly sad and mad.

He raised his hands.

"Ok, calm down. Just wanted someone to watch it with," he answered.

We both started walking again.

"I'll watch it with you if you watch city of angels with me," I said, smirking.

"Come on, we've watched that a million times. Plus you cry in that aswell," he said, putting his finger at me.

"Get your fricken finger out of my face, and this crying different. I'm crying but the events are fiction. I cry watching fast and furious because he's actually dead," I said, trying to defend myself.