TAYLEIGH’S POV…
Sighing, I shut my maths book closed with an audible thump.
Finally. Who knew scientific and exponential notation were so…time consuming?
I had to skip netball to get through it all, and manage to squeeze in nine hours of sleep—just.
Deciding to stretch my legs and grab a snack, I headed for the kitchen, where I found Georgina scoffing down the last Jungle Oats cereal bar.
“Does the word ‘manners’ ring a bell, George?” I asked sweetly.
She rolled her eyes. She quickly swallowed before replying with a well thought out and witty, “Shut up.”
“Clever,” I answered bitingly, “Yale-worthy.”
Georgina grabbed a can of Appetizer before stalking out of the room to the TV.
“Have you done your homework?” I called after her.
“Yes, Mom!” she responded immediately.
I traipsed after her and sat down with a glass of water and some mango.
“Want some?” I offered, taking a sweet bite.
Georgina raised her eyebrows and shook her head, before changing to MTV.
“This song!” I cried, leaping up.
“My milkshake brings all the boys to the yarrrrd
And they’re like; it’s better than yours
They’re like; it’s better than yours
I could teach you
But I’d have to charge….”
We began singing along, booty shaking and grinding right there. When Theo walked in, he merely raised his eyebrows and said, “I don’t think so,” before waltzing off to his room.
He spends an unnatural amount of time in there, and I believe that I am the only one that is worried. I mentioned it to Georgina once, and all she had to say was, “He’s Theo. I guess he doesn’t feel the pressure you do to be a perfectionist. I personally think that he is just fine.”
She would think that. Theo doesn’t talk to me. Not much, anyway, and when he does; he doesn’t make any more than an inkling of sense, but whatever.
He’s not my problem.
A few songs later, I yawned and decided to retire.
“Please no,” Georgina narrowed her eyes at me, “it’s nine o’clock. What are we, ten years old?”
“No,” I answered, going into the kitchen to put my glass in the sink and returning, “because ten year olds are stupid enough to stay up this late. We aren’t.”
“You aren’t,” Georgina corrected me, “remember that.”
“Got it,” I nodded, “goodnight. Oh, and, by the way, I’m working tomorrow at Jay Jays after school.”
Georgina nodded, not taking her eyes away from the screen as she flicked through channels. “Fine. I’m on duty at the café.”
As I slouched off down the hall, I heard Georgina yell after me, “Remind Theodore to cook!”
“I always leave a post-it!”
And then, a quick, cold shower and a light stretch later, I was in bed, and fast asleep.
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