A Demonic Dance

Chapter Thirty Five: You got a girlfriend?

"Brotttther!" The exited voice at the door shouted, engulfing him in a hug.

"L-Leah? What are you doing here?" George asked, returning the hug for a few quick seconds before pulling away, wincing as she knocked his bad arm.

He was way too hungover to be dealing with this right now.

Sure enough standing in his doorway was his younger sister, in the flesh. Her hair was shorter than George remembered, she must have cut it at some point and it looked a lot lighter, how she'd convinced mum and dad to let her dye it he had no clue. The good thing however was that she still stood an inch or so below George. God knows he already got teased about his height enough from Dream let alone his own family.

"What do you mean what am I doing? Am I not allowed to wish my big brother a happy 24th Birthday?" She explained, flashing him a smile before catching sight of his arm. "Woah, what happened to your arm?"

"Oh, yeah, that." George muttered tiredly, glancing between his arm and his sister.

"Brother you're going to need to give me more of an explanation then 'that' I'm not a mind reader." His sister tutted.

"I fell over and broke it... you know, the clutz I am?" He replied nervously, scratching the back of his head with his good hand.

"George you are literally the least clumsy person I know." Leah replied, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at him. "Does this have something to do with why Sapnap spammed my Instagram?"

"No— I, well, I don't know but umm... I— wait why are you even here?" George replied, swiftly changing the subject, receiving a disapproving sigh from his sister before she pulled up another smile, punching him lightly in the arm, not caring if it was his hurt one or not.

"I said, I'm here to wish you a happy birthday!"

"You didn't send me a card."

"Yeah that's because I'm delivering it in person you dipshit now let me in, mum wants to know if your house looks like a pig sty or not." She replied, pushing past him and on into his apartment.

Rubbing his head in exasperation George didn't have the energy to stop her as she waltzed in, chucking her bag on the sofa and swivelling around to admire the apartment.

"Woahhhh you actually have quite a nice place." She voiced, walking around as George took a much needed drink of water, watching his sister out of the corner of his eye. He would be lying if he said he hadn't missed his sister. He'd ended up moving out of the quaint flat his family had lived in in London a few years ago when he started up his Youtube career, favouring the slightly less busy Brighton and its stunning sea views. That doesn't mean he hadn't wished he'd called home more often though, and no matter how much he always found his sisters random pop up visits extremely annoying, he was always happy to see her again.

"What, you think I was living in a dump or something?" He joked, shaking his head as Leah nosied around.

"Yeah something like that." She replied with a laugh. "Hey you know people are supposed to buy you flowers brother instead of you just being alone and getting them yourself." His sister pointed out, admiring the blue flowers in the middle of the dining table George never bothered to use. They were the flowers Dream had bought him after the accident. He thought they looked better there then in his bedroom where they would easily be knocked over and trampled on.

"Anything else you want to scrutinise about my apartment?" George asked through another yawn, noticing the suspicious looks she was giving as she looked around.

"Yeah. Since when have you been able to cook?" Leah asked, inspecting the untouched birthday cake that was sitting on his kitchen counter. Like his sister George stared at it confused. Since when has there been a cake there? It didn't look professional enough to have been bought and he definitely didn't make it.