12. A weekend with Nana Jones (I)

Listen to Night Changes by One Direction.

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The word Mischievous is the most suitable word in the whole Oxford dictionary for the likes and person of Nana Jones.

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LOCATED AT THE SOUTHEAST bay of Adirondack Moutains is Lake George, a small perfect town for enjoying weekends and nature.

It's where my paternal grandparents hail from. Late Tuck and a very much alive witty Meredith Jones, who I myself inherited the stubborn streak from. Dad spent two and a half decades here before he proceeded with college, went into business after college and became who he is today.

I don't know the hell how Nana Jones did it, but I'm not surprised at all because she bundled I and the Mackenzie Siblings into her car on Friday evening and had us drove down here to spend the weekend with her.

They all like her, even Sam enjoy her company alot.

And she in turn returned the favour.

Max and I completed our punishment and Sarah suprised the whole class by proving us not being dumb and for the records, wasn't so bad at her presentation on the TROPS in History class and was rewarded with a C by Mr Brandon.

The meddling Nana Jones had all six of us share one room, since the house itself had just two bedrooms, which meant there was no privacy. Nana Jones's house was really small like a tent, and she refused to come live with us or any of the houses Dad wanted for her.

The three boys all slept on two couches, which was dragged from the sitting room to the room, while I was forced to share the same bed with Miranda and Sarah which currently throws the situation of Miranda snoring right into my face.

Suprisingly, the beauty queen doesn't have morning breath. We had all slept with her sniffing throughout the night.

I snicker at how Sam's butt is right on a snoring Evans face, while his feet are kissing Max's face and he's hugging Max's legs so close to him self. They had the two couches joined together and had themselves sandwiched inside.

"Okay, that's enough kids, y'all get your asses up." Nana Jones gruff voice with her walking stick hitting the door, practically wakes the siblings up.

"I said get up y'all lazy asses up or I'm coming with a bucket of water to splash you kids." Nana Jones pauses when she hears my snicker, then carries on, and I'm sure as hell her glasses qre at the rim on her nose with a giant scowl on her wrinkled face. "Katherine, you silly child, I know you can hear me."

I giggle, with excitement kicking right through me. I can't wait to see Nana Jones with the bucket of water because Nana Jones is always true to her words.

There are grunts and yawns from the siblings.

Evans is the first to wake up, and when he's done rubbing his sleepy eyes, he's being greeted face to face with his younger brother's butt.

He scrunches his face up in disgust and smacks Sam's butt. The impact makes Sam stirs and twists Max's legs and his feet shoves Max's head backwards.

Max rolls on the couch with heavy sleepy eyes, along with yelps of swear words in their language, taking Sam's legs along with him as he groans in pain. While Sam wakes up through half a snore, stares at me and the rest of his awoken siblings, having no clue of what's happening, before returning back to sleep.

"Get the fuck up, you wanker." Max pulls Sam by the ear, but the boy just grins creepily at his brother, with closed eyes.

"He looks like a girl who got thoroughly fucked throughout the night." Evans voice is groggy from sleep, and his lips stretches forth into a wicked smirk, before he licks his palm, and rubs it on Sam's face.

"That's gross." Sarah complains through a yawn, stretching her arms before hugging her thin night gown to her body, while Max just scoffs. The color drains away from his face when he finally snaps his head at my direction, and finds me staring at him in my Creepy Pasta pajamas of an animated version of Jeff the killer.

"I strongly suggest we head out, who knows what Nana Jones is plotting this time, I haven't heard even a sound from her. That woman would be the death of us." Miranda exclaims shuddering, her voice sounds muffled through the hand on her face.

"Yeah right." Evans holds up a finger, silencing everyone as if he has something important to suggest. "Firstly, we've got to wake the insensitive sibling or go with plan B."

"Plan B?" One of the siblings asks.

"Yeah, plan B. Someone with awful morning breath should suck his nostrils."

There are several Ews, Gross, and Idiot from his siblings while I just chuckle. Enjoying the whole thing, practically forgetting my hatred for the siblings.

The siblings hears my chuckling and snaps their heads at my direction. Well, except for Max who has been stealing glances at me and my dreadfully terrible pajamas.

"Oh, hey Katherine. Morning." Evans speaks up first, greeting me cherrily, breaking up the disturbed silence.

While the rest of the siblings stares blankly at me, waiting to see if I will reply to Evans greetings as they roll their shoulders and crack their necks- this of course is the boys, and stretching- the girls.

"Morning Evans." I reply, barely audible, giving him a small smile. Totally shocking both myself and the siblings.

We are all being interrupt and render startled when Nana Jones kicks the door open with fury and splashes a bucket of water on us.

We hurriedly leap up, run or dodge the water she is repeatedly splashing against us. Poor Sam is drenched like he got soak in rain.

He finally flickers one sleepy eye open, lazily.

"Was having a really nice dream, Percy and I almost kissed, but Evans who hasn't quited bed wetting had to pee on us and the pee came dripping down from the bunk and.. and then leaked slowly from Percy and I's head like ice cream with double topping and entered into our mouths."

"Who's Percy!"

"Percy, that does sound like the name of a boy."

"I stopped bed wetting when you were probably running around in your diapers!"

"Sam's sleep talking again."

Everyone is talking at once from their hiding spots. Evans face is red from embarrassment as he looks at my way.

"My my, what a juicy dream." Nana Jones exclaims, as silence quickly falls.

Her hand, supporting her chin as she stares thoughtfully into the air.

"Well sorry Mr Dreamer, I'm afraid you'd continue some other time."

She practically squeals, splashing the remaining water on the boy who has finished talking and is back to snoring.

"Holy dumbledore!" He is fully awake now and leaps up, almost tripping on the floor as he dash into the bathroom.

"What the heck is Dumbledore." Sarah inquires from Sam, who just crumples his face at her because she is standing five feet away from the bathroom door. Sam's hair is wetly disarrayed, clothes crumple from sleep, soak and dripping wet too. Nose twisted in irritated anger, which makes him bears a strikingly resemblance to a drenched rat. And he shuts the door at her face.

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We all took turns in showering, brushing teeth and all other necessary morning stuffs with Nana Jones having conversations with the three boys outside in attempt of awaiting us the girls to get done with the bathroom. I made sure I wore my clothes inside when I was done.

Couldn't risk the Mackenzie sisters seeing my boobs, or I theirs because privacy we had not.

When we all sit down for breakfast with giant bowls of cereal and a jug of milk. Nana Jones serves us blueberry pancakes and forced us to eat them together with the cereal. And observe and survey us with her eyes as she rest against the kitchen counter, holding the chain of Hank, her dog. Whose tail is waggling sideways with his tongue out as he waited for crumbs to fall off the table for him to gobble down.

Sam takes pity on him and throw a full pancake at him, and Nana Jones slaps him upside the head, muttering how he is wasting her food on Hank who has his own food.

"Ingrate." Max hisses at Hank as he finishes eating the pancake on the floor and looks up at Sam for another one.

"Hurry kids, we need to go to the beach."

She emphasizes each words with her walking stick repeatedly hitting against the floor.

"And you, Katherine." She points at me with a wary expression on her face. "Don't try anything stupid, I know how sneaky you are. I still remember when you told me to close my eyes, and when I did you placed a dead lizard on my palm."

There is laughter and snickers from the siblings.

"Why Nana Jones, that occurred when I was only Nine." I swallow and defend innocently.

"Yeah right, you're still the same. Even worse. I was getting my skin tanned on that faithful day."

"Woah."

"Wait, what?"

"Do old ladies still get their skin tanned?"

Nana Jones smacks Max, Evans and Sam at their heads then exhales rather loudly, out of frustration.

"I was sixty seven at that time, twenty years away from your mother's age now. Why wouldn't I get my skinned tanned. I was sixty seven and not a man."

"What difference does it make, you were old then and you're older now." Sarah points out and snorts. But she still earns a whack on the shoulder as she spoons some cereal into her mouth, making her choke.

"Yes, I'm old. But I'm still a woman, I've got all you have."

We all stare at Nana Jones, alarm.

She stares right back.

We carry on staring, Sam's spoon even falls off his mouth and Nana Jones grunt in frustration, before giving us the middle finger.

We all roar in laughter. Tears are at the brim of Miranda's eyes, Evans has left his chair and is currently rolling on the floor.

Sam shoulders shakeals along with him as he roars in laugher. Max has his hands on his stomach and his face twists in amused pain as he laughs so much, while Sarah is coughing. She had laughed in between swallowing her food.

I can feel my smile huge on my face. Their company isn't so bad. I myself can use a little company since I'm away from my friends.

"Are you possibly seeing anyone?" I inquire from Nana Jones when the laughter literally dies down.

And I'm the one who earns a whack on the shoulder this time.