I got up from the bed feeling woolly-headed and walked downstairs resembling a zombie. I heard voices and I was bewildered to find a bunch of ladies from our town, seated in the living room and coolly sipping tea."Why are you all gathered here?" I asked groggily and rubbed my eyes."They're all worried about your future," I heard my dad say, who appeared from the kitchen with a tray of wheat biscuits and vanilla jam cookies.I blinked at them slowly. "My future?""Yeah, since you're mum is not here, we think it's our responsibility to guide you in your future career and planning," Martha said and the other ladies nodded in agreement."Hell naw!" I whined and grabbed a biscuit from the plate. "I have to leave for London in a couple of hours and my girlfriends exhausted me the entire night by playing silly games. I need to sleep more!""We need to discuss this before you leave for London, so you can think about that there and not waste your time," Greta elucidated and my eyebrows knott
"Brownie . . . are you ready?" I said in a sing song voice and dropped my luggage in the hall.Greta let me in the house and she hurried out for some work. That woman was always busy. I didn't plan on how many days I was going to stay at London nor did Clark and Ian. I hoped that once I met my brother, Zach there, Clark and Ian would get along with him since they were all about the same age. Then all four of us could hang out together- a perfect vacation."Brownie?" I called out again, but he was nowhere to be seen.Did he leave me here and took off to London? The fear inside me grew with each second."No, no. It can't be," I muttered to myself and entered his room.I audibly sighed in relief when I heard his shower on. He didn't ditch me after all. Surprise, surprise!I plopped on the bed lazily and stretched my body. I heard the shower turn off and within minutes, Clark appeared from the bathroom with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. Fuck me.I gulped at the magnificent s
"Where all have you been in your vacations?" Ian asked me and I snickered haughtily. Clark, Ian and I were lingering outside the airport and finally sat down on one of the benches since we arrived way early. This was because Clark didn't trust me and thought that I would somehow delay the flight with one of my antics. How could he not have trust in me!"I have been to several places in Asia, Australia, Africa but nowhere in Europe or South America," I said wistfully, recollecting all the lovely memories. "Each vacation mum used to plan a perfect holiday for us and we used to have so much fun. She was such a travel enthusiast. We have done scuba diving, paragliding . . . have eaten different kinds of crabs and even insects, they're so crunchy! Now it's . . . erm all gone."Ian and Clark remained silent, not knowing what to say. They had this weird glint in their eyes- one which showed sympathy and perhaps . . . guilt. Ian suddenly nudged me and cheerfully said, "I bet we'll have fun
"Oh my god, I'm going to sit in a Mercedes! That's so cool!" I gushed while putting on my black shades and sat inside the car (with my legs crossed), pretending to be a high class woman."We didn't ask for this, it's Robert who sent. We just asked for a normal car," Ian pointed out and Clark scowled, nodding in agreement."Robert who?" I asked, thinking he was perhaps their manager."The old man who took Clark in and passed on his million dollar company to Clark.""Woah, woah, woah. Hold on." My eyes widened. "How did he . . . I mean why did he pass his company to Brownie?""It was because---""Mind your own business Georgia," Clark interjected and I pouted in dismay."Come on, I already know so much about you. Learning more wouldn't hurt," I reasoned out and Ian seemed to agree with me."Fine, but not when I'm here," Clark grumbled and I raised my eyebrow."Why?" I whispered to Ian who was driving the car. I was seated in the passenger seat [which was after much fight with Clark], wh
I grabbed Clark's arm and pulled him to my talking level, since I was shorter than him. I hissed in his ear, "Good we have established that we aren't a couple. So why stay in the same room?""I cannot risk with you staying in your own separate room. You'll break stuff and wreck everything. I don't trust you," he replied casually and coolly slipped his arm away from my grip."I won't!" I lied, although I knew that I was the queen of chaos. "I want my own room!"Suddenly, I sat down, right in the middle of the sumptuous lobby. All the people stared at me like I was some sort of an absurd creature, but I remained stubborn. Clark shook his head in disbelief."I won't get up until you book a separate room for me!" I whined loudly, thinking that Clark would give in.I could book a room myself, but meh.Clark just signalled the attendants who were patiently waiting for us to lead the way. I panicked when Clark simply walked away with the attendants leaving me dumbfounded on the floor. What t
Clark and Ian took me for sight seeing almost immediately after we arrived in London. Clark seemed bored obviously, not concealing his apathy and Ian tried to look interested when I gushed about little things. They were raised in London so of course I didn't expect them to share my enthusiasm, especially not the uptight Clark.We were now around Buckingham palace, the home of the British king and queen. Clark was just standing and he scowled when Ian went to click a picture of him. I was standing a little away from Clark and the moment I saw Ian click a picture, I ran from behind and pounced on Clark's back. He staggered a little from my weight as I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist tightly. I then pinched his cheeks and at that very moment, Ian clicked another picture.Ian chuckled when Clark tried to brush me off, but I clinged to him like a furry, cuddly monkey. All the tourists around us laughed and then Clark somehow managed to swiftly throw me on the g
I didn't know why I did that. I ran back into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I didn't know why I was breathing heavily as I leaned against the door. I was a badass tomboy who didn't give a damn about anything, but when Clark saw me in a wet, very short towel, I felt my heart hammering loudly against my chest. A freaking blush creeped up my neck! I needed to visit a doctor immediately. Or more so, check into a mental asylum."You were supposed to be in the restaurant with Ian!" I shouted from inside the bathroom, feeling myself flush in embarrassment."We then thought of ordering the food in our rooms," he said calmly as if least affected by what had happened a few seconds ago.I should just go out now since he didn't care anyway. He already saw me so there was no use in hiding. I mustered up enough courage and inhaled deeply, all the while cursing at myself. Then I slowly opened the door and stepped out. Clark was still seated on the bed, his face buried in his hands. He look
I sighed in exasperation and pointed at his laptop. "They have all these dresses and extremely girly shirts. Go to the men's section please, I can't bear with these. My head hurts."He quietly went to the men's section and I picked up few random t-shirts of different colours. He then again went to the women's section from where I picked up dark jeans of my size."Enough?" Clark asked incredulously since I picked up only a few clothes which wouldn't be sufficient for the entire trip."Ian mentioned that he wanted to take me out for shopping and stuff so I'll buy then," I declared my plans."No erm . . . understuff you want?""Oh, those fools kept all the undergarments in the bags so yeah, I don't need them," I said nonchalantly and he typed on his laptop. "When will these come?""Tonight.""Isn't that a bit early? They usually require few days or so to bring all those clothes.""I have my connections so they'll bring soon," he said dismissively and my mouth formed a wide 'O' shape. Why