ᴅɪᴀʟ Mᴇ ♡

Haon

"Stop eating so fast, you fat ass." She barked at her brother, dyed-black hair hanging over her arm, and the other half of her hair, dyed-pink, fell down her back, as she fiddled with it. "Georgia.." Her mother warned. "What it's annoying!" Georgia huffed. She sat back in her chair, arms crossed. "Besides, the flight is tomorrow, we might as well treat ourselves, its like three weeks." Alice said, placing a dirty top into the washing machine as she walked in. "Alice! That's the fourth top in three days! Honest to god what will come of you once your out of this house.." Their mother sighed. "Relax...they're all dirty anyway I'm just too lazy to wash em!" Alice giggled to herself, placing a piece of bacon into the frying pan, with one hand, and holding her cast out of the way of splattering oil, the result of previous bacon making. "Ali-e, gou- nly- kno- ow -ng -yo -ve -that -top -on -for.." Marcus finally finished. "Marcus, chew." Their mother huffed, whilst picking up a laundry basket and walking out. "For fucks sake, marc, stop talking with your mouth full, i only got half of that." Georgia barked, checking to make sure their mother was out of earshot. Her hearing anyone swear was a one way door to hell. "I said, Alice, god only know how long you've had tha- top- n- fo.." He trailed off, stuffing another piece of toast into his mouth.

"So... what are you lot planning on doing once we get to wherever we're going?" Alice questioned, setting her bacon sandwich on the table. "I don't know...probably like, Relax for a day, and maybe go shopping the next. Not actual shopping, just looking around. You?" Georgia said, looking up from her phone. "I'm hoping to find a cute boy! Or girl- I don't care!" She laughed. "I'm planning on laying down, getting black out drunk and hopefully dying from heat stroke" Marcus said, quite cheerfully. "Oh shut up, you won't die, sadly." Alice huffed. "Stop talking about death or mom will come in with her cross and 'smack the devil out of us'." "Like when we were like 5?" "Yeah" "well fuck." Georgia didn't care what was going on. She re-positioned her headphone in her ear and turned the volume up. She didn't want to go on holiday. So much had happened already, she didn't want to leave. She didn't know if she wanted to forget or not. 

As she was in the middle of scrolling through Instagram, someone tapped her shoulder. "What Alice!?" "Just to let you know, Marc is planning on looking through your bag to make sure there's no like, drugs, or cigs." "What!?" Georgia screamed. "Relax, you didn't relapse did you? Ayo? Georgia? Or should i say rue?" Alice said, rolling her eyes and snapping her fingers in front of Georgia. But Georgia didn't care. She couldn't believe that son of a bitch would route through her bag. She suddenly slapped Alice's hand from her face, and ran upstairs. "Marc!?....Marc!?" She yelled. She reached the top and turned hard left, barging into her room, her voice rasping from lack of water the past few days.
"What, in the sweet name of Chris Evans, are you doing!?" She roared. "Looking." He responded firmly, not turning to look at her, continuing to route in her bag. "Ew get out of it! You'll see my underwear and I'll call you a perv for life!" She threatened. "I don't care- I've routed through mom's drawers for my phone before I think I'll be fine." Georgia let out an angered sigh, and ran towards him, knocking him onto the bed. "Agh, what the- what are yo- wait no!" He started, but she pulled the illegal move, she had reached down and tickled the weak spot, right under his leg. "Stop!- Geo-Mom!- Fuck- get off me you twit!"
He yelled, pushing her off. She stood up, and waltzed backwards, fumbling for a pole. "You go through my stuff again your gonna get this up your ass.." She growled, pressing a button and a taser came out. Marc raised his hands in defence. "OK, OK, you win. But when you die in Germany it's not my fault I was tryna be a nice older brother." He sulked, and walked out.

"Georgia....Georgia..For Joseph's  sake Georgia wake up!" Her mother cried, lightly smacking Georgia's cheek, as a sign to wake up. "Huh...who...mom..George Clooney broke in, grab the fish..." Georgia mumbled before yawning, and waking up. "What?" Her mother chuckled, smiling, her ginger hair falling over her shoulders. Ginger wasn't her natural color, it was brown, but she chose to dye it. "Huh..what time is it?" Georgia said, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. "Three am, darling, now come on we have to be at the airport by six." She said softly. She walked towards the door, and walked out closing it behind her. Moments later she poked her head in again. "Oh and tell Marc to get up, I don't want to know what way he's seeping right now." She giggled. Georgia sighed and got out of bed. She got changed, looked at her packed bag-making sure Marcus hadn't snuck in, to change or take anything- and took it downstairs. She then walked up the stairs again, making sure to peek into Alice's room, and sure enough, she was gone. 'Probably on the bowl..' Georgia thought. She creeped over to Marcus's room. "Why are you sneaking around like the teletubby version of Mr bean?" Came a voice. "I was on my way to whoop yo' ass actually." Georgia snapped, turning around, to face Marcus. "Right anyway mom wants you." He said, putting the toothbrush back into his mouth and putting Georgia on his shoulders. "Stop! What the hell are you doing!?" Georgia screamed. "Well, I know your going to take forever to get downstairs, so I'm helping." He shrugged, smirking, and taking the toothbrush out of his mouth. "Im calling pedo! Pedoo~!" She laughed. "I'm your brother!?" He said, confused. "So!? You look like your forty!" "I hate you. I'm twenty nine." He said proudly. "And I'm twenty six and look sixteen." Georgia remarked. "Lord help me.." Marcus said under his breath.

"What the actual hell were you two doing!? I could hear you screaming pedo from a light year away!" Alice quizzed. "Bringing her." Marcus said, pointing a thumb towards Georgia, who was on the floor sulking. "Shut up pretty boy." She growled. "Why thank you." He said shoving the toothbrush into his pocket.

"Have a nice flight!" The attendant said, taking the tickets. "We just made it, thank god." Alice said. "Mm." Marc hummed. Georgia silently agreed. They were lucky. They were on their way back from the bathroom when the door was closing. The ticket lady saved them. "Thanks again!" Alice said, as they boarded.