Phina is dozing a little when the camper van pulls into the drive way of their French holiday home. She's woken by a sudden tickling in her ribs.
Phina squeals and squirms wriggling away as her eyes open to see her twin brother leaning over her, his fingers working hard and tickling her ribs. "Quit it jerk!" Phina screams, finally getting away from him.
"Get a room." Lauren moans as she pushes past them, grabbing her back and stepping out of the van.
Joe smirks at Phina as he grabs his own bag, leaping out of the van after Lauren. "I'll get the best bed then!" he yells.
Phina grabs up her own bag and chases after her brother. Every year they came here they shared the same room, and it's twin beds were both similar, but one of them was right next to the bathroom. That meant if the other got up in the night they had to go past and usually wake up that beds occupant. Getting the best bed was a big thing.
Not wasting anytime Phina chases into the house after Joe, finally catching up with him at the stairs, but unable to get past. She wonders if there's a way to trip him.
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