"Ha!" Gigi called from the back seat of the taxi as she raised her fists in the air. She flipped open her cell phone and hit one of her speed dials. When a voice answered, she called out in a triumphant voice "Operation Bratty Sister has prevailed!"
"Took you long enough," Fitz taunted on the other end.
"They were both way too polite and forgiving. I figured I'd be sent to boarding school after dragging them off to the Cal Academy, but Lizzie apparently liked the Aquarium, though Claude seemed to freak her out a bit. And I couldn't very well throw food at lunch. Honest, I did my best."
"So what are you going to do now?"
"Just heading home, my poor feet took a licking. I wore the wrong shoes. Can you believe I went for something that looked good instead of wearing something for all that running around?" She smirked.
"Uh, Gigi, I don't think you want to go home tonight, what if your brother brings home a guest?" Fitz whispered the last word.
"No way! There is no way William is bringing home a guest tonight. Mr. Awkward Turtle? You should have seen him today; he just followed her around and didn't talk to her. It was almost like stalking. She totally just came today because of me and definitely had these little times when she was a total introvert. They barely talked. No way is he bringing her home tonight."
"Well I may not have been the best wingman, but I still know my man and think that you should come hang out with Roger and me tonight. We'll watch movies, your pick. And maybe I know cures for aching feet. Besides," and he paused for dramatic effect, "I think we should bet on it."
"Standard bet, next one buys dinner?" Gigi asked contemplating the most expensive place she could think of.
"You're on," he answered equally as confident.
"Okay, I'll swing by the house and grab a few things then come by to hang out with my best brother-not-brother!"