Bonnie's POV
"Pass me the skittles." I said to Georgia who was laying on the opposite sofa to me, stuffing her face with wotsits.
"Get them yourself." I moaned and outstretched my arm,
"They're too far, stop being an ass and get them for me." She frowned at me and giggled,
"You look like an ass with your bedhead and Barbie pyjamas." I rolled my eyes.
"They were the first things I found okay." I rolled off the sofa onto the floor and stuck my arm out to grab the skittles, however as I did I knocked the bowl of millions all over the floor. Georgia started clapping sarcastically,
"Well done, you can pick them up." I hauled myself back onto the sofa,
"There's no way in hell that's happening." We scoffed our faces for a further ten minutes before our chick flick came to an end,
"Your turn to change it." I said to Georgia, chucking her the DVD remote. She pulled herself up and removed the DVD, replacing it with 'Not another teen movie'. She collapsed back onto the sofa and the movie began, within five minutes we were already in fits of laughter.
"HEY GIRLS!" My dad said, bursting through the door and leaving me and Georgia close to death.
"Dad you scared us!" I hissed,
"Sorry." He said as he walked past us, followed by Jordan, his best friend.
"Nice pyjamas." Jordan laughed, looking at Georgia. She looked down at her tweenie pyjamas and flushed a little red,
"Shut up Jordan, we were recreating old times."
"Sure..." He mumbled as he walked into the kitchen. We continued to watch the film but were disturbed by my dad coughing loudly, we paused it and turned to face him.
"I need you guys to do us a favour." I sighed deeply,
"Go on."
"I need you to look after Zayn, Jordan's son." I turned back round and slumped even further down into the sofa,
"Dad you know we don't like babysitting jobs." He shrugged his shoulders,
"I'm not bothered, you're doing it. But you might want to get changed." I turned to face him again, this time raising an eyebrow.
"Why?" He shook his head,
"No reason." I looked at Georgia who shook her head too.
"No need, we'll just stay in these." I nodded and we put all of our focus back on the film.
"Zayn's here." My dad said opening the front door, no movement came from me and Georgia. However we didn't expect to see a hot twenty year old walk into our front room, I screamed and covered my pyjamas up. His eyes landed on the TV, which was now on a really awkward scene.
"Georgia, go!" I yelled, we ran off past Zayn and straight up the stairs. Tripping and skipping steps as we did, I ran into my room and slammed my door and Georgia did too. I needed to make myself look half decent, he's already seen me in skimpy pyjamas. Ew. I found some denim shorts and a white sleevless top with a logo on, I guess they'll do. I slid into them and brushed my hair so it looked more normal than before, I didn't have time to fuss around with straighteners. I chucked on a few bracelets and a necklace and headed back doiwnstairs, followed by Georgia who was in a similar outfit.
