"Well at least when Tracy wasn't around to sabotage your daily life, Norah couldn't have been too much trouble right? Just like, your average, everyday loving aunt, right? Even if she was a little unobservant," Quinn asked, trying to get a grip on what your life was like before moving in with her and your two new flatmates, as well as just genuinely curious.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes hearing this, it wasn't the first time you'd had to elaborate on just how much a klutz Norah could be. "You would think so, huh? I mean sure, 'loving aunt' is accurate but there's nothing 'average' about my Aunt Norah. From her scatterbrain to her one track mind on fitness she's like an unstoppable hurricane of tiny squashing, usually bringing with said hurricane a downpour of salty fluid I'd rather not recall..." You squeezed your eyes shut as a harsh chill ran up your spine in remembrance. You were already regretting bringing up your aunt.
Quinn was still feeling a bit unrelenting to your tiny stature, taking on her familiar tone akin to 'tough love' as she merely giggled at your description. "Oh, come onnn. All I'm hearing is you had a super sweet aunt who just happened to not always check where she was sitting. What's the big deal? Besides, I bet with all that exercise she does she's pretty easy on the eyes, huh?" Quinn had been laying on her bed with you right in front of her, her two hands keeping her head up as she chatted with you, but she took this moment to prod you tauntingly with a finger to go along with her last teasing remark.
"Hey! That's my Aunt you dork!" You blushed a little from sheer embarrassment before continuing, "Regardless, even if her intentions were good, if not usually pretty selfish, she was way more trouble than she was worth! Even without Tracy around!"
Quinn merely blew a strand of silky jet black hair that was dangling in front of her eyes out of the way before replying lackadaisically, "Yea, sure, whatever you say. What would the big bad Norah do, forget to read you a bedtime story or something?" She was having way too much fun watching you huff over not being believed. "So long as you made yourself known it sounds like you didn't have anything to worry about."
"Ugh, as if! Plenty of times her knowing where I was just made things worse!" Your fists were balled up in tiny angst, this raven-haired giantess was going to get the picture no matter how long it took!
"Pssssh, like how?" Quinn said, having more fun defending Norah than agreeing even if this woman did sound like a colossal ditz.
You weren't going to get pushed around by this teasing girl in front of you anymore, "Fine! If you must know there is the time she babysat while my mom and Tracy went on a ski trip!"
(Flashback Begin)
It was the middle of Winter and it seemed each passing week brought down another thick layer of snow. To take advantage of this, your mom had proposed skiing as the perfect little vacation she could take. Fifteen year old Tracy was quick to ask if she could join, to which your mother obliged after a little pleading from your younger sister.
Despite being older than Tracy, the deep ski slopes were no place for a tiny like yourself, and you were perfectly content taking the week to yourself to just relax with some peace and quiet away from your constantly pranking sister.
That was, until you were saying goodbye to your departing family, when none other than the titanic form of Norah burst through the front door excitedly. "Oh, Helen, Tracy, it's so good to see you two! Wow, Tracy did you grow?! Isn't this snow just so beautiful?!" Your aunt had just gotten there and was already talking a mile a minute. She was far too busy happily greeting her sister and niece to even take a second to look between her feet and see her beloved tiny nephew. Boots still coated in snow stomped mindlessly against the floor mat before marching off into the house.
Your mother and sister, so easily captivated in the energetic Norah, completely forgot you were stranded on the floor saying your goodbyes to them. You were running left and right like mad to avoid the stomping feet, an act mostly in futility as Norah's powerful tremors knocked you over constantly. By some miracle though you persisted.
"-so anyways, I told him, I'm just the recruiter, you're the one who signed on to be a damn cushion!" Finishing some awful, supposedly comical story, Norah looked left and right as if searching for something. "Oh, yeah, where is the baby who needs sitting anyways?"
"Uhhh, down here, Norah" you meekly shouted up, hopefully just loud enough to catch the redheads slim attention. The broad peered down between her gray sheepskin boots where she laid eyes on her precious inch-tall little nephew.
Her eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree, Norah excitedly squatted down, the intimidating force of her black legging clad-crotch swinging down towards you. "Ahhh, there he is!" Pinching you up, Norah deposited you on her warm palm before continuing, "Well you certainly didn't get any taller, did you mister? But I think you maybe got even cuter!"
You had no time to react as bright red lips puckered and pressed down on you, you sputtered in surprise before attempting to push them off you in an act of rebellious teenage angst. "Ugh, MOM. I told you I'm too old for a babysitter! I'll be just fine by myself!"
Your mom merely placed her hands on her hips authoritatively. "And this attitude is exactly why I didn't tell you she was coming Hunter. You need someone to watch over you! How exactly would you cook for yourself at that size?" Knowing your mom wouldn't exactly go for the, "just leave me an opened bag of chips" argument, you just shut your mouth and put on a pout.
Norah knew you were at that age and didn't even feel a bit hurt from your abjection. Simply holding her same bright smile, she winked at your mom, "Oh, don't listen to him! He's just hiding how overwhelmingly excited he is to have the undivided attention of his auntie!!"
You had to fight off another wave of kisses while your mom and sister laughed at your protests in the background. You seriously doubted you'd be able to keep the 'attention' of this ditz for more than a couple hours before her scatterbrain got excited by something shiny. You still loved your aunt, but you were NOT happy to see her after expecting a cool week to yourself.
Wishing a safe trip to your family, especially with the awful snow, Norah and you waved them away from the front door before it was shut. Now it was just the two of you...
You were still in the warm palm of your aunt as she walked on over to the living room, taking her favorite spot on the cushy couch, throwing her weight onto it in childish Norah fashion. Peering down at you, Norah saw the face of an upset teen with the classical arms crossed pout.
"Awww, come on, Hunter! Don't look so upset, you know I'm cool!" Norah cocked her head to the side cutely awaiting a response. Not receiving one, she sighed, ignorantly blowing her hot breath all over you, "Alright, alright. I see how this is. You don't want to be gummed up by having me around all week. I understand..."
With that, Norah got up, placing you on her now warm seat cushion, "Well, don't worry. I'll still be here to take care of you but otherwise it'll be like I'm not even here! Ok?" Norah had a pleading smile which made your angsty heart gush.
"O-okay. That's whatever, t-thanks." You mumbled. With that, Norah sauntered off, leaving you in front of the TV by your lonesome. You felt a pang of guilt, but tried to fight it. What did your mom and Norah think? You were sixteen! You could take care of yourself just fine...
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