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☆ chapter vi, episode ii ☆
The next day, Teagan and the rest of the gang all piled into Erin's bedroom to discuss the job options. Teagan sat up against the headboard next to Orla, her head rested on the tall girl's shoulder, James sat at the foot of the bed with his legs hanging off and Michelle and Clare sat on chairs while Erin stood at the front, having taken control like always and giving out people's jobs for them.
"So, firstly we have the tutoring," Erin began, waving her fluffy pink pen and notebook around, "and out of everyone, I thought you might be best suited to that Clare, because-"
"I'm the brightest."
"Well, in that conventional sort of way, I suppose," Clare's face fell into a scowl as Erin continued, "there's also some babysitting. The child will be in bed so you should just about be able to manage that, Michelle."
"Oh, thanks," Michelle smiled sarcastically, "you should just about be able to manage this," she stuck her middle finger up at Erin, and Teagan had to stifle a laugh.
Erin pulled an offended face, "always the lady."
"Hey, I could've done the babysitting, I'm great with kids." Teagan piped up with the frown. Erin should've known that, Teagan had helped her babysit her little sister, Anna on many occasions.
"Sorry Tea, I've already given it to Michelle." Erin smiled at Teagan sympathetically but it was clearly fake. Teagan just huffed and rolled her eyes as the blonde continued, "there's also some gardening. Mowing a lawn, etcetera. This will require a bit of muscle, so..." Teagan saw the way James straightened up, thinking he would get the job but his shoulders dropped in defeat when Erin gave it to her cousin instead. "You should take that one, Orla."
"No, I should do that one. It's a man's job, Erin. I'm a man." He protested. Teagan couldn't help but find his prominent English accent adorable.
"That's debatable." Michelle muttered.
"Shut up, Michelle." Teagan groaned, only to be ignored.
"Well, I'm not of a man than Orla." James argued.
"I do not accept that!" The frizzy haired girl retorted with an angry frown, sitting up so Teagan's head fell from her shoulder.
"Come on, Erin." James pleaded.
"Fine," Erin sighed in defeat, "so, that leaves dog walking and washing a car."
"Is it a Renault Clio?" Orla asked.
"No."
"I'll take the dogs."
"I guess I'm stuck with car washing, then." Teagan huffed, a small pout on her face as she'd been lumped with the shittiest job.
