"I don't think many teenagers offer to help their parents with the chores... unless they've been an adult and seen how hard it can be", she said with a little grin. "Of course I'll do it", she added, enjoying fingers on her hair before Amanda headed for the bedroom. She watched her go, and slipped off her pink back pack before darting across the room, and sliding open the big glass doors that led out onto the balcony.
She'd climbed up to this place a few times before as the Possum, but the railing around it seemed a little taller now, and the floor seemed quite a bit further away. Grasping the edge, she leaned forward, peering down at the grassy gardens below as a gentle breeze rippled through her skirt and her hair. Turning, her gaze roamed upwards, onto the roof of the building, and she found herself studying it like she always used to study things... working out the best way to climb, before frowning, and shaking her head.
Focusing on the task at hand, she gathered the laundry in from the line, and even this simple household chore held it's own embarrassment for her. She realised she'd zoned out while clutching one of Amanda's bras, and her cheeks were suddenly warm and red. A smart, black dress suitable for wearing to the office now seemed huge, and the idea of Georgia fitting into such a thing was laughable.
Gathering all the clothes into a pile, she carried them back into the apartment, and set them down on the couch, grabbing her bag before turning back to close the glass doors, and then made her way to the bedroom she shared with Suzie. Her pink back pack was tossed up onto the end of her bed, and she set her phone on Suzie's little desk, beside the older teenager's laptop.