Claire Bear (M.A.D)

Chapter Sixteen

So on the 22nd of December everyone was up early in the morning, packing their things. Michael was still asleep when I got up so I started emptying drawers very quietly and putting the things we needed to take back to Ireland with us in our bags and suitcase. When I was almost done packing, Michael stirred and we showered and changed into comfy travelling clothes; sweats and a t-shirt and hoodie for Michael and leggings, a vest top and a knitted jumper for me. I put my hair up in a loose ponytail and didn't bother with make-up. Michael helped me finish packing then we went downstairs to see that we were the first to finish. I poured our Coco Pops into two bowls and Michael made us coffee. It was early but we had to be up to catch our flight on time.

"One of us should go check George is actually awake to take us to the airport." I stated as we sat down with our cereal and coffee.

"After breakfast. It doesn't take him long to get ready so it'll be fine if he's not up yet." Michael replied just before he began shovelling Coco Pops and milk into his mouth.

Michael sipped his coffee and pulled a face, almost causing me to splutter milk everywhere.

"I forgot, I don't really like coffee..." he said as he pulled a cute disgusted face, scrunching his nose.

"I was waiting for that. Here." I laughed and picked up the chocolate powder from where I'd put it on the floor next to me when we sat down. I put some into his coffee "Voila! Mocha!" I announced and he giggled, causing me to laugh a little too. He lifted the mug to his lips and I watched intently.

"Not bad actually. Good idea, Claire Bear." he praised once he'd smelt it, taken a sip and swished it around his mouth a little, mocking a professional wine-taster.

We finally finished our breakfast and Michael went to check George was awake while I cleared up. He came back down, grinning broadly and began helping me wash the bowls, spoons and mugs.

"What are you grinning about?" I smirked as I nudged Michael.

"We're going home, Claire Bear. We're going home!"

"I know baby. I bet Miley will be happy to see you." He almost dropped the bowl he was drying.

"Miley! Ohmygosh Igettoseemiley." He was talking so fast now his words were stringing into one.

"It's finally set in then?"

"We're going home! We're going home!" he danced around the kitchen as I put away the spoons away and we raced upstairs to get our things. Michael's excitement was contagious and although it was early, within a few moments I was bursting with energy too; the realisation finally hitting me.

We were going home...