I'm Yours (A The Script Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Helena's POV

OH MY GOSH! My friend/technically my sister Chloe actually ALMOST KISSED GLEN POWER! And DANNY O'DONOGHUE WINKED AT ME AND CALLED ME THE APPLE OF HIS EYE!!! Sorry, I'm fangirling like hell now. So is Chloe. We are sitting on the grass fangirling really hard. "I can't believe that I almost kissed Glen friggin' Power!!!" She yells dancing about.

An hour passes, and still we have done nothing but dancing about, screaming and sitting there in disbelief about the fact that we just had lunch with The Script.

At quarter to three, we return home because it starts to drizzle. We run home, carrying the picnic basket and rug. When we get home, we put the basket on the kitchen table to clear up later and head off to our attic. "Chloe! We have no more almond butter!" I yell down the stairs.
"Don't worry! I found some!" Chloe yells back. Phew. I love almond butter. .

Chloe runs up to our room, carrying a 5kg tub of almond butter and two teaspoons. "Almond feast - here I come!" She yells and rips off the lid and peels back the silver protective layer. Us being us, we cut the silver label in half and passes me one part, and we lick it until it is completely clean. Then we each take a generous teaspoon to lick, and put in the back of our wardrobe for later use.

We spend a good seven minutes discussing the lovely nut spread we now have stocked up in our wardrobe. After that, we decide to go to the pantry/food cupboard. I mean, why not?

Entering the pantry, we turn on the light and lock ourselves in there. I stare ahead at the rows of food and drink. Wow. It was like walking into a supermarket. Only better because we didn't have to pay for the things we want and there aren't any other people to get in our way.

"So... What shall we take?" I ask Chloe. She scans the shelves.
"Catch!" She says as she chucks down a large bag from the top shelf. I catch, though I almost drop it. She starts hurling random food items in the bag at me to pack in the bag. A small sack of apples comes down, a 1kg bag of sugar, four loaves of bread, a handful of carrots, a tin of fudge, waffles, two cheesecakes, tea bags, and several other random things. Then she throws down a handful of knives, forks, spoons, plates and mugs. Woah.

"Um... Chloe?" I ask. She peers down at me because she is on a ladder, trying to reach a packet of rice. "Why? What do we need all of this for?" She winks at me and mouths a "you'll see." If you say so...

Just as we are about to open the door to escape, we hear the handle turn. Yikes. Do you know what happens if we get caught stealing food from the pantry? No? Good, because you don't want to know. "What shall we do?" I mouth at Chloe. She is really pale now. Biting her lip, she glances around the room. The door is being violently shook now. Time is running out.

Chloe crams the bag behind the door, whispers "act normal" to me and unlocks the door. Michael, Chloe's brother, enters, clearly annoyed. "What are you doing in here?!" He yells.
"We are looking for some... Er... Tea! Yes, we wanted tea!" He glares at me for my reply. Why couldn't I think of something better? He sighs and grabs a box of tea bags and gives it to me. "Thanks..." I mumble. I take two and we leave, praying that Michael won't see the loaded bag.

Just as our tea is ready, Michael leaves with a packet of crisps. Chloe shoots me a quizzical look, then dashes back into the pantry to grab our bag. We gulp down our tea, place the mugs in the sink and run upstairs. Once we are in our room, we lock the door and empty out our supplies. We have enough food here to last us about two weeks.

Chloe puts it along side the almond butter at the back of our closet. Then she sits down on her blue beanbag and I sit opposite her on my red one. "I thought we might want to take a week holiday somewhere. Just us two. What do you think?"

Woah. Hold on. "So you decided that us two are going to run away from home for a bit then? Where to?" The whole idea seemed crazy yet awesome.

"Well... Well... Well..." Chloe starts.
"Wella wella wella" I sing the old Grease song.
"Shut up Helena! I'm trying to think!" She gives me a gentle shove. "We could stay in that forest behind the playground we played in today..." I grin at her and give her a thumbs up. Behind the playground is a forest in which lays a large camping field where the odd camper stays. We've gone there a total of two times so far, and each time we loved it. "Sure!" I reply.

"Shall we tell dad now?" Chloe asks. Although he isn't technically my dad, I still call him dad because, well, he has been my 'dad' since the age of about nine and a half. I nod and we go downstairs. "Dad?" Chloe says. He looks up from his newspaper and coffee. "Yes?" He grunts.
"We were wondering... Could Helena and I stay for a week in that camping place in the forest? You know as there are only two weeks left of summer holidays." He takes off his glasses and massages his temples.
"I guess that would be okay... Will Mikey go with you?"
"No!" Chloe exclaims. Everyone knows they don't get on that well. Except dad. "Just us two. We've got everything planned." Dad nods.

"Alright alright. Get packing. When do you plan on leaving and when will you return? And don't forget your phone for god's sakes! I need to be able to know if you are alright."
"Of course we will bring our phones dad." I speak for the first time. "We plan on leaving tomorrow - Wednesday, and returning next week Thursday."

Dad nods and waves his hand - a sign of dismissal. Chloe and I high five and leave to pack our bags. As we race up the stairs, Chloe almost crashes into Michael who glares at her, but lets her leave. By the time we get to our attic, we are beside ourselves with excitement. We hardly ever get to stay away together.

~~~~~Half an Hour Later~~~~~

"Jesus Helena! Do you really need to pack five pairs of jeans?! Two would be enough!" Chloe yells. I'm sorry... I like my denim.
"Well I'll take out one pair then..." I say, Chloe sighs. Taking this moment to annoy her, I say "I'll trade it for a pair of denim crop shorts then..."

I get a pillow thrown at my head. "Honestly Helena. You only wear denim trousers!" I stroll over to her clothing pile.
"Well you have three pairs! And you say five is too many?" We are only joking around but still... In the end I get to pack three pairs of jeans and two denim shorts. T-shirt wise, we both obviously pack our The Script tops (one each) and a few other various tops. Chloe insists we each bring a pair of 'good clothes' in case we go to a disco or club. There is a 16 and over club down town where every now and again we hang out. For good clothing I pack a silver sparkly top which apparently 'brings out my eyes' according to dad.

We finish off our packing shortly. "What on earth do you need foundation for?!" Chloe asks me. "Your face is perfect without it!" If only she knew what I actually use it for...
"Well, if we are going to the club... Then..." I lie. Half an hour later, our bags are completely packed and ready to go tomorrow.