AN: Lucky you, you get two drabbles tonight.
21. Vacation
"My god, Hanschen, would you just shut up?"
"You shut up."
"Witty comeback."
Hanschen groaned; why did he have to have the most irritating younger sister in the entire world? She was nine, and he was thirteen; she was not supposed to be smarter than him. Or more appealing. But no, lovely little Frieda was everyone's favourite. Of course, Frieda thought he was everyone's favourite, but she wasn't planning on telling him that.
These vacations, or so his mother called them, were not relaxing in the slightest. A visit to a lake, everyone else does that. They had even passed Wendla's family on the way to their spot on the grass. A vacation was supposed to get you away from the stress, this just increased it.
Frieda poked Hanschen on the side and laughed like a madman, this was so much like her.
"Can you, oh I don't know, not do that?" He asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
Frieda blew on his face, "I can... but I won't, dearest Hansy."
"I told you not to call me that!" Hanschen hollered. At this point of others to solve their problems.
"Oh, but it's such a good nickname for you," Frieda taunted, "So sarcastic and ironic. Like anyone could call you that with a straight face."
Hanschen grabbed a watermelon slice and munched on it, sulking. Well, sulking in a very haughty way. Great vacation so far, he thought.