Unexpected Problem

For a moment it seemed as though Georgia was going to argue with me, but she just sighed lightly. "Are you done? We can leave now; I'll finish eating later. You're barely going to get any sleep. You need at least eight hours of sleep each night."

"I usually survive on five," I told her, standing from the table. "Do you need help cleaning up?"

"No, I'm not paying you to clean up. I can do it after. Let's go."

As we left her house, I caught myself glancing back at the room she'd scolded me for almost entering earlier. Seeing how it was her brother's room, I get that she didn't want me going in there. But did her brother still live here or not? Why would Georgia leave her room set up if she didn't? Maybe her family was just as messed up as mine.

Georgia held the door open for me and we headed for her fancy BMW. I turned the radio on as soon as the car started, Andrea was standing there with a huge smile on her face holding what I suspected to be packs of food.

"There you are," she growle