Sisters, my loves

Can I borrow your new top?
Which one?
This blue one
Yeah, whatever, get out my room
Byeee
Fuck off
Why fuck off?
Because you never say please or thankyou
I did!
No you didn't
Yes I did
No
Yes
No
Yes
No
Yes
No No
Yes Yes
Noooooo
Yes I bloody did! Is it easier if I dont wear it?
No...its just that I was going to wear it thats all
FINE! I wont take it
Stop being annoying and just take it
...Thanks
(BITCH)
(BITCH)
Why did you call me a bitch?
You called yourself one!
I was talking to you actually
(Slams door)
DONT SLAM MY DOOR! Fucking little bitch- I'll show her...Ill be taking this and this and this and this is mine anyway and this and this
What are you doing in my room?
Well it might as well be my room seeing as most of my stuff is in here- all of these bracelets and this dress, my Narnia DVD when did I say you could borrow that? And my skirt and this necklace
You gave me that!
Oh yeah. Well I want it back anyway.
Fine (doesnt suit you anyway)
What do you think Im ugly now?
No
(MUM) Will you two stop arguing please Im getting a migraine...Are those my shoes?
No!
They were in her room!

I love my sisters. Someone asked me the other day if I could only take two people to live with on a deserted island with for the rest of my life who would it be. Without even thinking, it would be my sisters. I might try and sneak Summer in my carry on luggage because it would be hard to leave her little goofy toothed smiling face behind. Clearly I'm delluded anyway because if I was in a situation where I was stranded on a desert island I dont think I would be getting on a flight there. Its not a holiday for fucks sake Mia!

Anyway, so I would take my sisters. Josie and Sian. Lovely and lovely.

Anyone who has know me for a long time will know that we havent always got on. Josie and I especially when we were younger used to have the most incredible fights, and when I say fights I mean fights. It was only when she started getting stronger than me, and slightly more vicious that the novelty kinda wore off. We used to fight relentlessly, my poor Mum would cry every time it happened. I always put this down to the fact that my Mum never had sisters to fight with. Because if she did she would know that actually we were just figuring each other out, figuring out how to fight, figuring out how to not fight. Literally five minutes later we would be best mates again, giggling and crying with laughter because I would persuade Josie to stick her little bottom out of the car mooning people as we drove through Richmond Park on the way to school. Or Josie would take a big round slice of ham out of her sandwhiches and bite out the eyes and nose and mouth out and wear it like a mask, snorting as she tried to have a 'normal' conversation. Or she would take off her tights and put them over her face, attaching the two legs to either of the 'oh shit' handles in the back seats. You know the ones you grab onto above the windows as you sit in the back and the car swerves around. Yeah so she would tie the feet of her tights to those and just scream with laughter as her face was all smushed up inside the butt of the tights, like a bank robber, only much cuter.

You could never give Josie coca cola when she was little. She would just go nuts. I get glimpses of the same craziness now at 21 years old when she has had too many red wines. She is hilarious and wild and so much fun. At my birthday party in November Josie came and hung out with my friends for the first time. I loved watching her work her way around the room, not giving a damn about anything, and I would catch her whispering into peoples ears with a cheeky little grin and i would know she was up to mischief. Often watching the person, my friend, next to her not sure what to make of this loud, gorgeous girl at first...but slowly warming up to her and letting the banter flow often ending in howls of laughter.

My friend Nick Clarkey Cat got a fright as they exchanged words over the chocolate fondue- he managed to dribble chocolate all down his chin exclaiming 'ooh thats sexy' (sorry Nick I just made you sound like a real pansie), and Josie picks up a strawberry dips it in hot melted smooth chocolate and rubs it all over her lips exclaiming 'No this is sexy'. Poor Nick stayed crimson for a while after his first encounter of another one of the Gray girls. Or just the other night, Josie calmly walks in to the room, whilst we were all zombied out in front of the TV, having drawn herself a monobrow and painted her teeth black. She just sits down and carries on like nothing has changed. What a nutjob.

I pray to cupid every day that a gorgeous, wild and brave man can sweep her up in his arms and laugh with her for eternity. Lucky, lucky man.