CHRISTIAN’S POV
“Mitchel move your leg,” I mumbled through the blanket scrunched up in my face. He groaned and shifted it about a couple of centimetres. Asshole.
“Ew why is it morning?” Georgia rolled over to block out the light, ending up with her face on my stomach. Mitch looked over to me from my other side and winked. I looked pointedly at where Taylah’s arm was draped over his torso and he just shrugged.
“Good morning my little munchkins,” Brock emerged from the kitchen, fully dressed and wide-awake. “Or well… Good lunchtime at least.”
“You are clearly not human,” Luke laughed, pushing himself up to sit, waking up Maeve from where she was curled up beside him. What the hell happened last night? Everyone’s being all cute…
Oh that’s right, Mitch and Taylah hooked up, I basically got Georgia to strip and Maeve got Lukey all hot under the collar. Whoops? Hey, we were hyped up on sugar, we can’t be blamed.
“Well now that I’m up,” Maeve said tiredly, rubbing at her eyes. “I need food.”
“I’m on it,” Brock turned back to the kitchen. “Come out when you’re ready.”
“Pancakes!” We all cheered when we shuffled into the dining room to find the stack of flat goodness. “Oh my god Brock you are an absolute angel.”
We ate them like we had never been fed before, they were that good. Perfectly cooked with chocolate chips, drool.
“What are we doing today people?” Tyrone questioned.
“Can we just have a day in?” Georgia suggested. “I’m so stuffed. I just need to relax.”
It worked for everyone else. We’d been pretty busy all week, so a day to ourselves would be nice for a change. After everyone had cleared the whole plate, we moved into the lounge room and left the girls to clean the dishes. No, we’re not sexist, just horrible at doing the dishes.
“Video gameeeees!” I yelled as I flopped onto the couch and pulled out a controller. Mitch put in a disc and moved back to sit on the couch at my feet.
We could hear giggling from the kitchen. No doubt the girls were gossiping about the boys they liked and all that girly stuff. My guess was that Taylah almost definitely had a thing for Mitchel. Who knows about Maeve, she could be into Luke seeing as she always seems kind of awkward around him, but then again that could just be her. And Georgia… I wonder who Georgia likes? Not that I care of course, just… curious.
“Oi losers,” Maeve called, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. “I’m out, needed at home. See you later.”
“Goodbye Maeve,” we all chanted together and she rolled her eyes. Brock paused the game and we all gave her a hug goodbye. See there was that little blush when Luke hugged her. Then she was gone and we went back to our game.
She did that a lot, running off to her family. But she’d never told us anything about them, except that she called her aunt Muffy. Whenever it got brought up she always managed to change the subject and we’d never been around to her house.
Georgia came in, lifting up my legs and sitting on the couch before putting them back down, now in her lap. Tay sat on the ground at her feet. We restarted the game, and yours truly was winning. What can I say, I have a lot of practice.
“Guys I’m bored,” Taylah complained. “Let’s do a twitcam!”
Brock went and got his laptop and we all arranged ourselves on the couch.
“Hey there Tonighters,” Luke greeted the camera. “We’re so incredibly bored today that we’ve decided to come on and entertain you guys, we hope. For those of you who don’t know them, this is the lovely Taylah Jays and Georgia Keating.”
Taylah and Georgia waved and grinned. Cute.
“Ask us some questions with the hashtag ‘Ask the fab pack’,” Georgia said and we all groaned, making her smirk. “We’ll answer as many as possible.”
“Okay, KatieLovesBrock wants to know would Christian rather cut off all his hair or cut off his fingers,” Luke read out.
“Fingers, definitely,” I said immediately and they all laughed. “Do we love international fans. Yes! You guys are awesome!”
“Is Titch real?” Mitchel read, confused. “What the hell is – oh…” So apparently Titch is Taylah and Mitch. Can’t. Stop. Laughing. God, their faces.
“Neeeext question,” Tay said awkwardly. “Where’s Maeve? Sorry guys, she went home.”
“Can you call her?” Tyrone read over her shoulder. “I don’t see why not. Luke, phone.” Luke pulled out his phone and tapped the screen till the ring tone started up.
“Hello?” Maeve said on loudspeaker. “What’s up Luke?”
“Hey Maevey!” We all chorused. “You’re on twitcam.”
“Oh my god, why?” she laughed. “I love you guys, but you really need to do something with your lives.”
“But they wanted to talk to you,” I reasoned. “So say hello.”
“Hello people,” she said, still laughing. “James, hang on would – yes I’ll get it in a minute. Because I’m talking sweetie.”
“Who’s James?” Luke asked. Was that jealousy? No way.
“He’s absolutely gorgeous, hang on,” she spoke to this James guy again. “James babe, come here and talk to my friends. Say hi to Luke.”
“Hi Luke,” a little high pitched voice said. That kid could not be older than five.
“Hey James,” Luke laughed, running a hand through his hair.
“Mamie can I have my juice now?” James asked and Maeve sighed.
“His highness is getting impatient,” I could tell she was rolling her eyes. “I’m out, goodbye twitcammers, much love.”
She hung up and all the viewers ‘awwed’ in disappointment. What are we? A grilled cheese sandwich… damn now I’m hungry.
“Well that was Maeve with out special guest star James,” Tyrone got back on track, we’ll answer a few more of your questions so keep sending them in!”
