Difficult Decisions

Vegemite Is Bae

Alex's POV

"Because, it's one more year that you've survived and managed not to get eaten by a unicorns ass." Georgia replies. "That was rhetorical... You flamin cockatoo..." I mutter. "Did you just?" I look up at Georgia. "Did you just?" She smiles. "Nah man." She jumps up and down. "YES YOU DID! YOU USED AUSSIE LANGUAGE! I am SO proud of you!" She mocks. "Shoosh your face before I come over and slap it." She raises an eyebrow. "You wouldn't dare hit an injured little old lady would you?" "Try me." She holds her hands up defensively. "Bujeezus. Someone's feeling sassy. Goods luck with that Sean." She pats him on the back and hobbles out.

Georgia's POV

"Hey Mark?" I call from the lounge. He runs in. "Yeah?" I giggle. He knows he doesn't have to run right? "Y'know, I'm not dying, right? The last thing I want is for you to be running around everywhere." He smiles. "That might be the last thing you want, but it's the only thing I want to be doing. It's the least I could do." I chuckle. "You do realise how cheesy that was." He smirks. "I'm just a cheesy person." He plants a kiss on my fore head. Why you do dis to me? I cri evr tme. It's not like I like him enough. No. He just HAS to be that much more caring. He plops down onto the couch next to me. He shuffles closer and puts his arm over my shoulder. "Alright Mr. Parmesan. All I wanted was a sandwich." He chuckles that oh so deep chuckle I've heard too many times before. "What do you want on it?" He gets up from the couch. "You promise you won't tell Alex?" He looks at me suspiciously then nods. "I've got a secret stash of Vegemite. It's in my room. Top draw." He gives me a disgusted face. "You Americans eat it wrong! You don't eat it on its own! That's a death wish! It's a spread. Umma teach you my ways. Bring the Vegemite, butter, cheese and the loaf of bread." He nods and walks off to collect the items. He brings them back. "Ok. First, you flippin layer on the butter on both pieces like you normally would. I mean LAYER it on." He nods. "Now. The vegemite is the hardest part. You have to use the perfect amount. Not too much. Not too little. Again, you put it on both slices. You use a lot less than the amount of butter you put on. You don't want the vegemite to consume your soul." We share a laugh. "Once that's done, you put on one slice of cheese. Put the other slice on top and VOILA! THE PERFECT VEGEMITE SANDWICH!" I love vegemite. So much. I look over at Mark. "Don't be a pussy. Eat the sandwich." He looks at it uneasily. He shuts his eyes tight and takes a bite. He opens one eye. "Holy shit this is amazing!" Sean and Alex walk out. "What is?" Sean asks. "NOOO! HIDE THE STASH MARK!" I say jokingly. He plays along and tackles the jar. "Georgia. Lee. Kirkman. Why is there vegemite in this house?" She asks smirking. "Try it Sean. It's like the best ever. I though it would be gross but it turns out we've been eating it wrong all along." Mark sticks out his sandwich to Sean as he finishes his sentence. Sean squints. "This better not be fuckin poisoned." He laughs, eating a bit of it. "I don't know what to think... GIMME THAT SANDWICH!" He lunges toward it. Mark dodges and falls to the floor. "Can Georgia at least teach me how to make a proper one?" He says into the floor. Mark puts his arm around me. "No! Get your own Australian!" I laugh at his reply. Alex takes the sandwich from my hand. "NO MY BAE!" Mark looks 'offended'. "Um... NO MY FOOD BAE!" He chuckles and says; "That's better." Alex takes a bit of the sandwich. She scratches her chin. "I would like to say it tastes like shit. But it doesn't." I snatch it back off her. "Vegemite is ba-" I look to Mark. "Vegemite is food bae." We share a laugh. "So what are we gonna do for Alex's birthday?" I ask. No answer. "You guys are as bad as the dingo that stole the fricken baby." I laugh. They all look at me. Right. They don't understand the Aussie language. "Dame Edna thinks straighter than you lot." I mutter. *ding*. Idea. "LET'S GO TO THE LOCAL GYMNASIUM I WILL SHREKT YOU ALL." They all give me the wt actual f look. "I'm a gymnast. You know. Flips n shit." Then I remember. "Curse you ankle!" I say dramatically. "I feel like this is a one man conversation." Silence. "Someone put Netflix on. We're watching the lion king series." They all jump to their feet. There we go. I look out the window. Rain. I love rain. It's so calming. I sigh. "What's up?" Mark asks. "I love the rain." I answer. "Really? Me too." He sits back on the couch next to me. I cuddle up close. The opening of the first movie I love so much starts playing. This is the perfect day. Me with Mark. Alex with Sean. On a couch. Watching the Lion King. Whilst the rain beats on the window. Calm. *knock knock* I roll my eyes. "It's open!" The door opens revealing a drenched Matthias and Ryan. I pause the movie. "You knuckle heads." They smile and walk in. They take a spot in front of the couch on the floor. When did things turn out so right? "Hey Mark?" I whisper. He looks down at me. "Where did Bob and Wade ever et to? They sorta just disappeared." He looks back to the screen. "They decided they had enough fun. Wade was sick and Bob was sick of Wade's shit so they went home." He laughs. I nod and turn my attention back to the movie. 'Cant you see what's happening? And they don't have a clue!' Timon sings. 'Can you feel the love tonight?' In this situation... I think I can.
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Yas I went there. Deal wit it.
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