Why, Georgia, Why?
Chapter Two: Comfortable
"She thinks I can't see the smile that's she's faking, and poses for pictures that aren't being taken."
Georgia had four sisters; Indiana, Dakota, Carolina, and Montana. They were all named after the states they were born in. Indiana was ten years old, Dakota, 12, Carolina, 14, Georgia, 16 years old, and Montana, 19. They had recently moved from a large flat by themselves, parents being away in England and America for months at a time.
On one particular day, Georgia left for school, driving her younger sisters to their places of education, when two boys took the places of her sisters.
"Yo, G.I., can we bum a ride?" they asked, with all intentional purposes of staying in the car.
"Hello, Yuusuke, Kuwabara," she smiled, driving off. "Need a ride? And I'd prefer if you called me George."
"After ten years of knowing each other, you decide you want us, two of your closest—"
"And only."
"–and only friends not call you G.I.?" Yuusuke asked, throwing his arms around the passenger side seat head and placing his head right beside her blue one.
"Everyday since you gave me that nickname I've told you to call me George," she retorted, and he stuck out his tongue at her. " Yeah, and that's real mature."
"Okay, George, do you wanna go out for pizza?" Yuusuke asked in a sugarcoated voice.
"You aren't going to put acid in it, are you?" she asked suspiciously, sticking a peppermint stick in her mouth and parking her old, sky blue convertible and leaping out.
"Um…drat! You foiled our plan," Yuusuke hissed, making Kuwabara snicker as George punched him.
"I always did respect your ability to shut Urameshi up," he sighed, slinging an arm her shoulders as Yuusuke picked himself up, scowling.
"I'll sic Hiei on you," he threatened, and George snorted.
"Hiei won't do anything he doesn't want to, unless you give him ice cream," she told the black-haired boy, and he sighed in defeat.
"Yeah, you got a point. I know I've been friends with someone way too long if they know my every ace, and how to thwart it with a pair," Yuusuke sighed heavily, and George shook her head.
"I don't have a pair, I have a royal flush, and you think you can win with the ace high," she corrected him.
"But the river has yet to be flipped my dear," Yuusuke smirked.
"Since when did you two talk Texas Hold 'Em?" Kuwabara questioned, and George shook her head.
"Since the day you chose the route of selective hearing loss," she nodded solemnly, clapping him on the shoulder.
"What?"
"Point proven."
