A/N I don't know what political party Joe supports, and that Jeremy Corbyn probably won't be alive when this is set, but I thought it was kinda funny.
'Did you remember to vote?' The man asks the girl, as she lifts herself onto the breakfast bar, rolling her eyes. It's all her parents had been on about for the last couple of weeks. A snap election had been called, and it was just before she went to uni, meaning this was the first election she could vote in. She had been excited about it, it was such a big deal. This was proof that she was an adult, she was able to vote. She had one of those white cards, that was really exciting. 'It's not five yet, if you haven't voted I can take you there now.' He presses, voting was important to him. He had learnt about how Hitler was voted in when he was fourteen, and he made sure to vote in every election he could.
Her parents had scared her with horror stories as to why she needs to vote. It had worked, she had hauled herself out of her bed when her mum went to take Theo and Maddie to school. She had gone with her, popping into the local polling station on the way back, ready to cast her vote. They said it was her local one, but there was one nearer her house and she didn't understand why they couldn't go there.
'I did.' She confirms, looking at something on her phone, probably a text from one of her friends. 'Did you?' He nods, putting the kettle on. 'Would you like to know who?' Joe shrugs, it's a secret ballot but Joe and Dianne had shared with the family who they planned to vote for. Ruby had kept it quiet, making her parents wonder if she was going to vote at all. He listens as she connects the speaks to the phone.
His heart sinks, as the drumbeat of a song echoes throughout the room. 'Oh please, dear Lord.' He mutters, looking over to his daughters grinning face.
'I'm gonna fight 'em al.' She sings, at the top of her voice. 'A seven-nation army couldn't hold me back.'
'Please Ruby say you didn't.' He's met with a grin, and he's questioning if she actually did this. 'Please Ruby say you didn't vote this way.'
'You don't me to vote.' She grins, as it gets closer to the chorus. 'As the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone.' She hums quietly 'OH JEREMY CORBYN.' She yells, looking smug.
'You didn't. You wouldn't dare.'
'I did.' She confirms.
'Your vote should be taken away.' He tells her, as she rolls her eyes. Despite common belief, she had researched her vote and taken quizzes. It just helped that there was a chant she could use, to wind up her parents.
'What's this racket?' Dianne asks, coming into the room. She looks between her husband and eldest child, she had heard the noise from the speakers, followed by raised voices.
'Your daughter the disgrace.'
'My daughter?' Joe nods enthusiastically, it was her daughter that was the traitor. 'What has she done now.'
'I voted for Jeremy Corbyn.' She tells her mother. 'OH JEREMY CORYBN' she chants, her voice matching the music.
'Right that's it, your sleeping in the garden tonight.' Joe tells her, as she grins. At this point, he is one hundred percent sure she voted this way to wind him up. 'You are a knob, you know, that right?'
'That is a rude word.' She points out, as he rolls his eyes, pulling Dianne close.
'And you've just voted for the labour party.' He's met with the smug Sugg grin. 'You've just voted for Jeremy Corbyn, I can call you what I want.'
'What was it you said to me?' She pries. 'I don't mind who you vote for, just make sure you vote.' She's right, he did say that. 'And I chose to vote for Jeremy Corbyn.'
'I didn't think you would be that stupid.' He argues. 'I have a tent in the garage, that's where you are sleeping tonight.' At first Dianne can't tell if he's telling the truth or not, but then she see's the glint in his eyes.
'I'll get my sleeping bag ready.' She retorts, walking off.
The subject is left until she starts to get ready for bed. 'Dad.' She calls, coming down in a onsie Joe didn't know she owned. 'Dad.'
'What? I'm not happy with you.' His head flicks back to the TV, waiting with baited breath for the first constituency to announce their new MP. He's got Dianne wrapped in his arms, not really focusing on the TV. Rather, she is on Instagram.
'Where is the tent?' She asks, in all seriousness. He does a double take.
'The tent?'
'Yeah, the one I'm supposed to be living in.' He rolls his eyes, 'You know the one, I can go and set it up.'
'In the garage.' He tells her, never looking away from the screen. He doesn't expect to get a facetime request half an hour later from his daughter. 'What are you doing?' He raises his eyebrows, moving the camera so that Dianne can see.
'I'm in my tent.'
'Ruby get inside it is cold.' Dianne tells her. 'Stop clowning around, it's mid-September. There could be foxes out there.'
'No, I want an apology.'
'For what'
'For Dad being rude about my political affiliation.'
'Well that's not happening.' Dianne pinches him in the stomach, looking up at him. 'It's not. I'm not apologising to our eighteen-year-old daughter.'
Dianne sighs, the pair are as stubborn as one another. 'You are on the sofa, until your daughter comes inside.' She says, standing up. It's nearing midnight, and she is tired. As she gets ready for bed, she can hear Joe on the phone arguing with her as to why she shouldn't have voted for Jeremy Corbyn.
She's still outside when her alarm rings at 6:45AM, she can hear the younger two talking about how she spent the whole of the night outside, as they eat their cornflakes. 'Who won?' She mumbles, as she meets Joes eye, as she opens the back door. Ruby is waiting outside.
'Dad locked me out.' She states coming in, it's surprisingly cold. 'And the tories won, who difference does my vote count.' She edges nearer the kettle.
'You little shit.' Joe grins, he hadn't locked her outside, in fact they had been on Facetime the entire night, she was just winding Dianne up. She had left the living room an hour prior, where her and Joe had stayed up the entire night watching who was going to win. 'Who was it who brought you a coffee at 2AM?' Dianne doesn't know what to say, only the two of them would be this weird. Instead, she just rolls her eyes, making breakfast for the three of them.
A/N This is pure jest, it was based off a conversation I was part of a while back, I don't mean to offend anyone! Also the song is seven nation army by the white stripes (Joe was listening to it in a YouTube story a while back) and it's a song that was played at Glastonbury in 2017, which is where the Jeremy Corbyn chant was sung.
