Newt imagines 2

Old school friends

"Now you two be nice to each other I want no squabbling in front of our friends." Your parents tell you from the front of the car.

You roll your eyes, they did the same talk every time we meet their old school friends. "They got any kids?" You ask hoping this isn't going to be another holiday of listening to endless lectures about Internet safety and healthy eating. What's wrong with having a massive crush on chocolate?

"Yeah, one boy who is... I think he must be about Joe's age." Your dad tells you from the drivers seat.

You sigh, that's just great, a week all bye yourself whilst your brother goes off and plays with this other guy. You look across at your older brother he is a year older than you but acts like he is still a toddler despite this you get along like besties teasing each other with good humour. He's on his phone with headphones playing music and as normal he's taken up most of the back seats.

"Joe I want you to stop listening to that wretched music, our friend's son went to a very fancy private school in the north of England. Please try to act normal." Your mom tells your brother.

You kick him from his daze. "Ow!" He glares at you but sees you pointing to the front. "Umm yeah sure whatever." You give him a sarcastic thumbs up and he smiles winking.

Your parents have recently been to an old school reunion and met their old best friends, they got very, very drunk coming home singing like mad men, anyway, they agreed to rent out an old country house in the middle of nowhere. Dragged you and your brother along to prove that they could compete with their friends who had done far better in their lives than your parents.

Your dad takes a right turn. "Here we are."

You look out the window gazing in awe at the stunning old house. It was massive at least three stories, plants hang down in rippling waves of green hair and large windows illuminated by a dull light from the inside. When the car pulls up, three people already stand on the doorway steps in an almost too perfect composition. You look to Joe he was watching the people on the stairs, they were dressed so smart that you felt out of place in ripped jeans and a top. Your dad opens your door. "Come on guys." His voice hiding a small threat behind a forceful smile.

Without realising it your family had kinda huddled feeling intimidated. The man on the stairs beams and claps his hands. "How great is this? A stunning 90 year old house."
You parents go up and greet them while you and Joe stand watching, a boy around Joe's age who you guess is the son was dressed in the smartest jeans and an ironed shirt tucked in. He ran a hand through his sandy hair as he approached smiling. "Hi the names Newt." He extended a hand, you shook it.
"I'm y/n and this is my brother Joe." You say smiling, you elbow your brother in the ribs. He looks up from his phone takes his headphone off and shakes Newt's hand.
"The three of us are sleeping in the attic, there is a master bedroom and a room with two single beds, I've already taken a single bed but I'm more than happy to move." Newt says his eyes scanning for a response.
Joe pushes you back as he leaps up the stairs. "Bagsy the master." You run after trying to grab him.
"No Joe!" You scream as you chase him in the house running up sets of stairs, laughing when he stumbles.
He finds the rooms easy enough and jumps on the master bed kicking off his shoes. "Looks like your with mr fancy next door, baby sis." He laughs at your frustrated face.
"But that's not fair." You whine. "I'm the girl can't you share with him."
Joe sticks his tongue out. "You can't pull that out of the bag."
"But, but I don't want to share with him! Can't he sleep in here and we share."
"No way!" He says laughing. "Looks like it sucks to be you."

"Yeah because my brother is a twat." You almost scream the words at him. Unfortunately tho, he has his headphones back on and didn't hear any of it.
'I can't hear you' he mouths turning the volume all the way up. You give him the middle finger and he sticks his tongue back out bathing in victory as he plumps the beds pillows.