somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 40

dont judge me but i have been listening to thats what she said by the janoskians for like half an hour and i make like 21891240 thats what she said jokes a day so i kinda like it omg help me

"Jack!" I scream, running towards the wheel chair my brother was sitting in.

"Hey, shithead," He laughs. I smile even wider as reach him, leaning down and hugging him tightly making sure that I'm being wary of his back. "How are you?" He asks, as if nothing was even different.

"I'm good, how are you?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

"I've been better," He giggles, yes, my 16 year old brother giggled (I don't know why this amazed me so much since my 19 year old boyfriend giggles all the time) and I widended my eyes at him.

"Who are you and what did you do with my brother?" I gasp, pinching his cheeks like a mask, trying to pull it off to 'reveal who this imposter really was.'

"I will have you know that I have really matured since my accident so go shove a pencil up your ass," He says, wheeling himself away.

"You have not matured," I say, rolling my eyes and following him.

"But seriously, Georgia, if anyone here is different it's you," He says, stopping and turning himself around.

"Oh yes, Jack, I am the one that has changed," I say sarcastically, chuckling quietly.

"Well, you have brown hair, you seem a lot happier and you actually seem happy to see me for the first time in eternity."

"Well maybe that's because I haven't seen you in such a long time," I sigh, sitting down in front of him.

"What's your boyfriends' name?"

"Michael," I say, involenterily smiling at the mentioning of his name.

"Geeze, do you love him?"

"Yeah," I grin. "I do love him."

"Michael?" He yells, causing Michael to snap his head towards Jack and smile, excusing himself from the I'm sure terrifying conversation he was having with my father to come talk to Jack and I.

"Hey, man, I'm Michael."

"I know, I just called out your name," Jack says, laughing and turning to me, giving me the thumbs up. I roll my eyes, tugging on Michael's hand to pull him down to sit with me. 

"Quick question, Georgia, why are you sitting on the floor?" He asks, tugging his hand away.

"Because I didn't want to stand up anymore, duh," I say, smirking as I roll my eyes at him.

"Well why don't you just grab a chair from, like, 5 meters away?" He asks, laughing at me.

"Why don't you grab one for me?" I ask, smiling sweetly up at him. He groans, walking away and returning with two chairs, yanking me up and sitting me in the chair like a doll, before sitting down and turning his attention to Jack.

"So how are you feeling Jack?" Michael asks, smiling at him.

"Why do people keep asking me that?" He groans.

"Maybe because you're in a wheel chair," I say quietly, causing Michael to chuckle.

"I'm fine," Jack says, slapping my leg.

"Hands off, pal," I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Uh, do you play Xbox?" Michael asks after a short silence, obviously feeling as though things had gotten a little awkward.