July

Oneshot

Freya was in a mood. This was natural given the circumstances; granted it didn't take much to set her off, but Griff had decided that she was slacking, and had sent her off with Eve, Vaal and Skylar to practice racing in New Zealand. She had lost.

Every single race.

The weather was awful and Griff had instructed them all to use their pulse goggles so as not to injure themselves; (obviously their wellbeing was low on the list, but it was being televised and he didn't want to come across as a lousy boss; not to the public anyway) Ty had leant Freya his since Mac had somehow managed to smash hers a few days previous by accidentally standing on them while she was resting, but she knew that not having her own goggles was not the issue.

Eve had been slightly confused; usually Freya tended to do her own thing and leave them hanging in the dust when they raced down New Zealand, but her mind was elsewhere; Freya knew why, it was that time of year again, she hated July.

She thrust Ty's goggles into his arms as she passed not even bothering to look at him as she fumed silently and angrily; slamming the door in Griff's face when he tried to reprimand her for her crappy racing.

"What," Griff began sardonically, as he turned to Eve predictably irritable; "Is wrong with her this time?"

"Uhhh, well." Eve trailed off trying to think of why Freya might be suddenly useless at her best courses and eventually; after racking through several scenarios in her head remembered; and her mouth made an o shape as she shrugged and began to lie. "Time of the month?"

"That was last week." Griff caught her out raising an eyebrow as Mac piped up suddenly,

"Hey it's the middle of July; isn't this when-" Eve dug him hard in the ribs with her elbow and Mac yelped as she glared at him. Their bemused (Skylar, Val and Ty) and angry (Griff) companions looked on in interest and expectation as the young DJ turned back to his girlfriend and questioned, "What was that for!?"

Predictably, Freya's phone started ringing as soon as she flopped down wearily on the hotel bed. Grumbling she picked the phone up knowing this wasn't exactly a call she could miss. Even if now was not exactly the time for her to be putting up with his upbeat attitude.

"Hello?"

A sound of laughter echoed from the other end of the phone and she scowled. "Hey Kiddo what was that?"

"Terrible." She huffed back to her father, "How are you?"

"Great, Micah and I are in Hawaii." He replied brightly. Freya rolled her eyes, again predictable, it was unlike her father to remain in one place for long over the winter holidays, and Micah only had two weeks away from school after all; "I've taken him surfing." He explained. It was really a wonder her Dad was able to control himself when Micah was at school; if he had his way they'd move around and never stop. Luckily Freya had convinced him otherwise, Micah could dream of being a pro surfer all he wanted, he could finish school first.

"Sounds fantastic," Freya answered hearing her younger brother's yells in the background. "How is the squirt?"

"Yeah he's having a good time." Came the slightly distracted response, "But that isn't why I called, I wanted to know if your concentration was going to be that awful for the next week, I had a bet on with this American guy we met last night, I just lost 50 dollars betting on you to win."

"Oh jeeze;" Freya groaned and rubbed her eyes before snapping back, "You don't win the Father of the year award that's for sure. I appreciate your comforting words, Dad."

"Harsh. But seriously; get over it."

"Nice speaking to you too." Freya sighed.

"Love you kiddo." There was a click and he was gone.