Thursday
11am
My parents have decided to take a spontaneous trip to Venice for 4 days, after dropping Theo and Seb back at school to get the coach with their French friends to the airport to go home! Matilda turned up to say goodbye and Theo exchanged contact details! But my parents are going to Venice without me or the twins. So instead Chloe and James are being left with our cousins and I am staying.... with Chris! Yay! A whole 4 days causing trouble with my partner in crime!
1pm
I got out the car and my parents sped out of the driveway. Something tells me they are in an excited hurry....
Chris opened the front door and pounced on my suitcase, dragging it up to her room. I waved a hello to her mum and followed her up. Chris’ room is not massive, it’s cosy and comfortable, and the only problem is that when you fall asleep you are watched by repeats of at least thirteen different men. She has posters covering the sage green walls of the Black Veil Brides and The Darkness. It’s a little creepy. She buys a lot of Kerrang! magazines and pulls the posters out, alongside the one I drew of Ashley Purdy for her birthday. It doesn’t help that lots of them are topless! I walked into her room and immediately tripped over her cat, Millie, who sat in the doorway looking at me, now sprawled across two airbeds which broke my fall. I looked at the second airbed and frowned.
“Is someone else staying with us?” I asked sitting up and stroking Millie’s head.
“Err... yeah. Our friends from Yorkshire are coming to stay with us while you’re here as well.” Chris said, tucking my suitcase under her desk, “Henry, who’s our age, and Eleanor, who is 13 like Toby. Eleanor is staying in here and Henry will be in Toby’s room.”
I looked at her posters. “Is this the same Eleanor you claim has been very protected from men?” Chris nodded. “Should we start taking posters down?” I smirked knowing full well what the answer would be.
“NO! She can like it or lump it because my boys are staying right where they are! No one removes them! Except me when I'm repositioning them.”
4ishpm
Heehee! Chris and I have planned a few little pranks for Henry when he arrives! We are evil! They are mostly old, ‘done-before’ ones, but I assured Chris that he wouldn’t have come across some of them before.
About 5pm
Chris and I were on the trampoline when they arrived. We had been playing ‘Crack the Egg’ (for those who don’t know, to play Crack the Egg, someone sits in the centre of the trampoline cross-legged, holding their feet, while others try and bounce them so high that they let go.) It’s gotten a lot more boring recently as Chris and I are both too good at it. It gets more interesting though when Chris gets bored and sits on the ‘Egg’ making them let go to push her off!
We ambled inside, said hello and helped carry bags upstairs. I pushed open Chris’ door and nearly exploded as Eleanor’s face contorted in shock as she saw Andy Biersack’s face (and bare chest). She spluttered for a bit before turning to Chris. “Urmm, Christina? I think we have Toby’s room. Where’s yours?”
Chris smiled sweetly at her, “Nope. This is mine!” and marched in, tucking Eleanor’s bag under the desk along with mine. I heard Eleanor gulp as she shuffled to the airbed nearest the door.
9pm
We have just finished dinner and Chris, Henry and I are on kitchen duty while the others went to the living room to start a film or something like that.
“Right,” said Chris, clapping her hands and looking pointedly at me while showing Henry where things went. I took her look as my cue and hurried to the sink and placed a small amount of blu-tac on the nozzle of the tap, so that it would stop the water but couldn’t be seen easily. (They have the kind of tap that pulls out and is on a hose sort of thing so it’s easy to clean stuff.)
“...and the forks go here.” finished Chris. Henry looked horribly confused, “I thought they went over there?” he asked, pointing to a different drawer. I laughed and said “Why don’t you do the washing up, Henry. I'll do the drying and Chris can put stuff away?”
He nodded. “Okay.” He reached for the handle of the tap and turned it on a little bit. Nothing happened.
“Christina, it’s not working.”
“Just turn it up a little more.” He did so. Still nothing. He pulled the nozzle out and looked into it.
“Maybe a little more?” Chris suggested. He turned it to full. Chris and I exploded with laughter clutching each other as a jet of freezing cold water hit him square in the face making him shriek. He moved his free hand, blindly searching for the handle which left me wondering why he didn’t turn the nozzle to face the sink instead of his face? Oh well, made the whole thing ten time more hilarious!
11pm
We are in Chris’ room, in our pj’s (still giggling from the tap incident, we have now nicknamed Henry ‘The Gormless Wonder’). Eleanor is wrapped in her sleeping bag while Chris and I sit on Chris’ bed, singing along to Booty Call by The Midnight Beast, though it’s on quietly so we don’t wake their parents. They are an amazing band, if a ‘little’ rude! Steph is the cute one with the afro, Ash is the hot one with the eyebrows and Dru is the one with the beard :D but I don’t think Eleanor has even heard of them before let alone their music! It’s the kind of explicit thing Chris says she has been protected from.
‘There’s nothing gay ‘bout doing nails
And doing hair,
Nor nothing gay ‘bout three boys
Playing Truth or Dare!’
Chris and I head bang and sing along, but the look on Eleanor’s face was priceless when it got to the chorus!
‘Just a B-double O-T-Y!
It’s three over-average girls calling three under-average guys
We’re fucked up and we’re ready to play
We wanna do things we’ll regret the next day!’
But Eleanor got pissed when the words...
‘HELL YEAH!
We’re showing our sizes, the fucking surprise is
That yours hasn’t grown!’
...tested her tolerance.
“Why the heck are you listening to this?!” she hissed, glaring at us.
Chris shrugged, “They’re a good band.”
“No, they are not! Turn it off or change the song!” I grinned at Chris and she switched the song to Begging by The Midnight Beast. I laughed, this song is a lot worse than Booty Call, example, the chorus goes like this but varies slightly...
‘Baby, when the world ends
You're gonna' be begging me for sex
We'll be the only people that are left to resurrect
In civilisation
You're gonna' be begging me for juice
We'll be the only people that are left to reproduce
So when the world ends, ends, ends-’
Eleanor hid her angry face in her pillow as Chris and I sang along to our favourite line.
‘I got a boner pick with you!’
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