When Georgie walked to her room she saw a pink shirt and short white pants lying on her bed. Her mother had put them out for her to make sure that she wouldn’t choose an expensive dress for the barbecue in the garden later. Georgie didn’t possess many pants, but she also didn’t want to ruin her pretty dresses so she put the clothes on that her mom had put out for her.
After Georgie was dressed she went on her balcony and saw Elle sitting in the garden, talking to something, or maybe talking to herself. In the background she saw Christopher and her father setting up the stupid soccer net that he bought a year ago when he hoped his daughter would suddenly wake up with the urge to play soccer…something that didn’t happen so far, and Georgie knew it would never ever happen. She would rather wear green than play soccer. What kind of girl liked soccer anyway? Girls weren’t supposed to get dirty! Suddenly she saw Elle walking to the soccer net, she obviously seemed interested. Georgie shook her head. “Oh Elle…”
Georgie walked out of her room, went downstairs, passed Lorelai and her mother who were in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and went outside. “Hi Elle!”, Georgie waved at the little girl who turned around.
“Dordie! Look!”
“What do you have?” Georgie came closer. “Eww!”, she immediately jumped back when Elle proudly showed her the slug. “Gross!”
“Eugene!” Elle grinned.
“What?”
“He is Eugene!”
“You call that thing Eugene?” Georgie raised her eyebrows.
“Eugene cute.”
“No!” She shook her head. “It’s slimy and disgusting, and now your hand is sticky.”
Elle didn’t understand why the older girl didn’t like the slug in her hand. “Dordie? Eugene nice!” She stretched out her hand and held the slug under Georgie’s nose.
“Eww!” Georgie took two steps back. “I don’t like Eugene, sorry Elle. I like butterflies.”
“Butterflies?”, Elle repeated. “Tinkerbell!”
“I know, butterflies look like fairies.”
Elle laughed. “Yes!” She went back to play with sticky Eugene while Georgie walked to her dad who just finished putting up the soccer net. She hoped he wasn’t angry with her anymore because she had shared a bed with a boy - what was so wrong about that anyway? She took her dad’s hand and stared at the soccer ball.
“I don’t want to play soccer”, Georgie said. “Girls don’t play soccer.”
“I know you don’t like soccer, and I gave up the hope that you will one day”, he said. “This is for the people who actually want to play soccer, like Chris or Nick…or even Elle.”
“But Elle is a girl!”
“She likes all kinds of ball games”, Christopher said. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?” He looked at his little daughter who played with a slug.
“Hey guys!” Lorelai walked out. She was wearing a simple black shirt but still looked stunning.
“Breakfast is ready.”
“Mami!” Elle ran to her mother and showed her the slug. “Eugene!”
Lorelai laughed. “That’s an…interesting new friend you got there, honey, but you’ll have to leave Eugene outside when we go inside to have breakfast.”
Georgie walked to the Fee girls. “Hello, Lorelai.”
“Hi, Georgie.” She smiled at the blonde girl. “I saw you were pretty cosy with my son this morning”, she said, winking playfully at her.
Georgie crossed her arms and smiled innocently. “Maybe…”
“What are you two talking about?”, Christopher and Adam appeared behind them.
“Politics”, Georgie said.
Her dad raised his eyebrows. “Aha.”
Georgie took Elle’s little hand (the one without sticky Eugene) and walked with her inside. She saw her mother putting orange juice on the table while Nick helped her. When Nick saw the others coming inside he quickly turned around and stared at the floor.
After Georgie was dressed she went on her balcony and saw Elle sitting in the garden, talking to something, or maybe talking to herself. In the background she saw Christopher and her father setting up the stupid soccer net that he bought a year ago when he hoped his daughter would suddenly wake up with the urge to play soccer…something that didn’t happen so far, and Georgie knew it would never ever happen. She would rather wear green than play soccer. What kind of girl liked soccer anyway? Girls weren’t supposed to get dirty! Suddenly she saw Elle walking to the soccer net, she obviously seemed interested. Georgie shook her head. “Oh Elle…”
Georgie walked out of her room, went downstairs, passed Lorelai and her mother who were in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and went outside. “Hi Elle!”, Georgie waved at the little girl who turned around.
“Dordie! Look!”
“What do you have?” Georgie came closer. “Eww!”, she immediately jumped back when Elle proudly showed her the slug. “Gross!”
“Eugene!” Elle grinned.
“What?”
“He is Eugene!”
“You call that thing Eugene?” Georgie raised her eyebrows.
“Eugene cute.”
“No!” She shook her head. “It’s slimy and disgusting, and now your hand is sticky.”
Elle didn’t understand why the older girl didn’t like the slug in her hand. “Dordie? Eugene nice!” She stretched out her hand and held the slug under Georgie’s nose.
“Eww!” Georgie took two steps back. “I don’t like Eugene, sorry Elle. I like butterflies.”
“Butterflies?”, Elle repeated. “Tinkerbell!”
“I know, butterflies look like fairies.”
Elle laughed. “Yes!” She went back to play with sticky Eugene while Georgie walked to her dad who just finished putting up the soccer net. She hoped he wasn’t angry with her anymore because she had shared a bed with a boy - what was so wrong about that anyway? She took her dad’s hand and stared at the soccer ball.
“I don’t want to play soccer”, Georgie said. “Girls don’t play soccer.”
“I know you don’t like soccer, and I gave up the hope that you will one day”, he said. “This is for the people who actually want to play soccer, like Chris or Nick…or even Elle.”
“But Elle is a girl!”
“She likes all kinds of ball games”, Christopher said. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?” He looked at his little daughter who played with a slug.
“Hey guys!” Lorelai walked out. She was wearing a simple black shirt but still looked stunning.
“Breakfast is ready.”
“Mami!” Elle ran to her mother and showed her the slug. “Eugene!”
Lorelai laughed. “That’s an…interesting new friend you got there, honey, but you’ll have to leave Eugene outside when we go inside to have breakfast.”
Georgie walked to the Fee girls. “Hello, Lorelai.”
“Hi, Georgie.” She smiled at the blonde girl. “I saw you were pretty cosy with my son this morning”, she said, winking playfully at her.
Georgie crossed her arms and smiled innocently. “Maybe…”
“What are you two talking about?”, Christopher and Adam appeared behind them.
“Politics”, Georgie said.
Her dad raised his eyebrows. “Aha.”
Georgie took Elle’s little hand (the one without sticky Eugene) and walked with her inside. She saw her mother putting orange juice on the table while Nick helped her. When Nick saw the others coming inside he quickly turned around and stared at the floor.