airports // 5sos au

xviii.

{meghan}

"Get off," I mutter as I slowly wake up. I feel my little sister laying on my legs and she giggles as she sees me open my eyes.

"Nessa, I'm serious."

"Will you going to come downstairs if I get up?" She looks up at my with puppy eyes.

"Just for you," I sigh as she cheers and rolls off of my legs.

"I'll let you get dressed," She smiles and skips out of my room, shutting my door behind me.

"Meghan!" I hear my mother call up the stairs.

I take a deep breath and stand up from my bed. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I walk out of my room.

"Yeah, mom?" I pad down the stairs.

"Noelle's having a dress crisis, so I'm taking her up to the dress salon."

"What's wrong?" I ask, pouring a glass of milk for myself.

"Vicky lost thirty pounds!" Noelle storms in, eyes watering and face red.

"How is that a bad thing?" I shrug.

"Now I have to take time away from choosing flowers to take that ungrateful, rude, and conceited bitch's dress to get altered! I don't have time for this shit to keep happening!" She yells as she furiously wipes away her tears.

"Isn't that 'bitch' you're best friend?" I ask confusedly.

"Yeah, since like the end of eighth grade, why?" Noelle glares at me.

"No reason," I mutter.

"Since this mess needs cleaning, I'm going to help Noelle today, but I need to stay home and watch the twins for me," My mother directs my attention away from my sister.

"Oh, okay. I don't have work, so sure," I shrug and take a sip of my milk.

"Thank you, honey! This is a big help. C'mon Noelle, let's go get the dress altered."

My eyes glance from my happy, upbeat mother to my red-faced, crying older sister. Noelle is a mess, it's a fact. They leave and I groan alone in my kitchen. It's a Saturday and I'm stuck babysitting my little siblings while my sister and mother go fucking dress shopping. This is what my life has become.

"What are we going to do today?" Nessa steps into the kitchen.

"I don't know, Nes, what do you and Andrew want to do?"

"I want to make cookies! I dunno what Andy wants to do, so let's go ask him," She takes my hand in hers and leads me to the playroom. Nessa and Andrew don't live in there (they have their own bedrooms upstairs), but we didn't have any other uses for the room, so it's their playroom of sorts. There's a bunch of toys strewn around the floor and Kung Fu Panda is playing on the television.

"Andy, what do you want to do today?" I ask as I plop down onto the blue couch next to my younger brother.

"Watch movies, maybe? I don't know..." He shrugs his little shoulders.

"C'mon guys, what sounds fun to a typical pair of eight-year-old twins?" I face Andrew as Nessa climbs up and sits on my lap.

"Baking!" Nessa shouts at the same time Andrew yells, "Nerf war!"

"No, not a Nerf war! You always shoot me too much!" Nessa pouts.

"Well, baking's boring!" Andy crosses his arms.

"Na-uh," Nessa defends.

"Ya-huh," Andy narrows his eyes.

"You're boring!" Nessa shouts.