give it away│red hot chili peppers
andi hart│the rose court apartments
July 9th, 2012
I had only been up 5 minutes when I was disturbed by frantic knocking on my front door. Heading for the door, I was completely unimpressed by how loud the person on the other side was being.
‘Can you knock a little quieter?’ Was what I was about to say when I opened the door but the sight that greeted me was not what I was expecting.
“Tess?” My little sister was stood at my door, face stained with tears and 2 bags at her feet. When I realised why she was here I shook my head and was about to tell her ‘no’ when she launched herself at me, flinging her arms around me and hugging me tightly, sniffling into my shoulder.
“Okay, back off Tess.” I pulled away from her. “Go and sit down.” She did as she was told and I picked her bags up begrudgingly, closing the door behind me as I walked towards her. Putting her bags near my spare room, I sat down beside Tess, who was now only sniffing occasionally which was better than a full blown crying session.
“So why are you here?” She looked at me, her blue eyes beginning to shine with tears again and I shook my head. “The crying stops now. I don’t do crying girls so toughen up. Now, what’s going on?”
“It’s her!” Was all she managed to get out before the tears started again and she clung to me.
Rolling my eyes and biting my tongue as not to say anything nasty, I patted her back gently, and awkwardly, until she quietened down again. I knew exactly who the ‘her’ was. Mother dearest. I was just about to ask what had happened when the phone rang.
Unattaching myself from Tess, I answered it quickly. “Hello?”
“Is she there?” I should have known it would be my mother on the phone. My mistake for not having call screening.
“And hello to you to mother. Yes she’s here. What did you do this time?”
“Me? Why is it always me who has done something? Your sister was being a brat so I told her she couldn’t see her new boyfriend and the next thing I know, she’s disappeared and she’s with you!”
I rolled my eyes. “Calm down, you know how dramatic she is, a trait she clearly gets from your dear self. I’ll send her home in a few days once she’s calmed down. How does that sound?”
She sighed. “Fine, but I won’t have her pinning me as the bad guy, you tell her that!”
“I will. I’ll call you later with an update. Bye.” She said her goodbyes before I put the phone down and walked back to Tess, who was now composed enough to hold a conversation.
“All this over a boy?” I gave her a pointed look. “Really?
She pouted. “it wasn’t just over Greg, she wasn’t going to let me go to New York with him! I’m an adult now, she can’t tell me what to do!”
I sighed and shook my head. “You really are a child sometimes. She’s our mother and it gives her the right to tell us what to do, doesn’t matter what age you are. And anyway, how long have you been with Greg for?”
“A couple of weeks.” She muttered, quietly, knowing what I was about to say.
“Then no wonder, if he was long term, she wouldn’t have a problem with it but you have just met the guy so her reaction was expected.”
“I thought you of all people would understand, that’s why I came to you!” She jumped up and walked into my kitchen, grabbing a drink.
“And why would that be?” I asked, my arms folded as I looked at her.
“Because you left home to find a boy.”
I gave a dry laugh. “I didn’t. I left home because I didn’t want to be there anymore. I didn’t leave for a guy and I wouldn’t leave home for such a stupid reason!”
“Well I heard of Marcy that Luke Smith was the reason for leaving!”
I shook my head. “For one, Marcy is a gossip queen with no life of her own and I wouldn’t believe a word that comes from her mouth and two, I am not petty or stupid enough to leave home over something as trivial as a boy. I had other reasons for leaving.”
She huffed and stormed back into the living room. Shaking my head, I picked up the phone, dialling Jules. She could talk some sense into Tess, easily.
“Hey Jules, it’s me. Tess is sitting here in my apartment after leaving home about a boy. Want to sort this out? Its bigger sister stuff, not the middle child’s problem. Plus she is being a brat.”
She sighed. “For fucks sake. Her staying at home meant mum didn’t bother us. Now she’s here she’s gonna be phoning every two minutes. I’ll be around in 10 to talk some sense into that selfish brat.”
“Love you sis.” I smiled triumphantly and walked back to where Tess was sitting, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“Why are you so happy?”
“Because our big sister is on her way to sort your petty dramas out.”
Tess glared at me. “I hate you.”
“Love you too, hun.”
She pouted again, folding her arms across her chest. “She can’t do anything anyway. I’m not going back. Greg and I are going to stay here in Boston and get a flat and there is nothing you, or Jules or Mum can do about it.”
“And how are you going to manage that one, without a job and money?”
“It doesn’t matter about that, what matters is, is that I love him and he loves me. We'll make it work."
I scoffed. “Oh Jules is going to love that one.”
“So what? She can’t tell me what to do to change my mind.”
I nodded. “No, she can’t but I know who could.”
“Who.” She challenged.
“Daddy.” Her eyes widened and I knew I had said the right thing.
“You wouldn’t dare tell him.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t I?”
She screamed and stood up, running for the bathroom. “I hate you!” She slammed the door and I winced at the noise.
Life would be so much easier without younger sisters.