Page 93 of The Interview
“Fucked up?” Ash suggests.
“We’re each other’s therapists,” Jim adds. “We’re all a bit special, very codependent, and couldn’t survive without each other.”
Daniel nods. “Yeah, I’m kinda getting that vibe. It’s a weird dynamic. Like, there’s obviously a lot of love, but the way you insult each other is…”
I’m not sure what the look on his face is. Horrified? Scared? I’ve no clue, but for some reason, it makes me chuckle.
“You’ve got to understand how well we know each other. I’ve known Jim since I was about three. Not only is she married to my brother, but because of the band, I’ve travelled the world with her. The same with Ash: tour buses, hotel rooms, after parties. They’ve held my arms while I’ve weed in bushes and held my hair back while I threw up in a few, too. They carried my children for me. We’ve all experienced so much life with each other—more than your average best mates, and more than your average family,” I attempt to explain.
“Hmm,” is the noise Daniel makes, and I’m not convinced he gets me. “Where were we?” he asks, and I know he hasn’t understood, the same as I’m sure most of the general public won’t.
What we have, the bond the lot of us share, is something special, and something I’ll forever be grateful for and truly hope my kids have going forward.
“Georgia was questioning whether her and Sean could move forward,” one of his crew calls out.
I’m so lost inside my own head, I jump.
Daniel raises his brows and waits for me to answer.
“We had a few little wobbles at the beginning. He belonged to the world now, and I had to learn to accept that women were going to throw themselves at him.”
“She didn’t. She tried, but it never worked. There were many times we had to restrain her,” Len says.
“Shut up,” I warn him as I loosen my messy bun and roll my eyes. “Yes, it was something I needed to do better at,” I admit. “And for Sean, he had to get his head around the fact that I wasn’t his sweet, innocent little Gia anymore. He’d been running around being a rock star for four years while I spent those years trying to numb my broken heart. If we couldn’t move on from that, we weren’t going to stand a chance.”
“You obviously made it work,” Daniel says.
“We did. Being with Sean was easy. Once we got past all the bullshit of our breakup, being with him was easy, loving him was easy. If you knew him, it didn’t take much for you to love him. Our personalities were polar opposites, but we worked. We didn’t even have to work at making it work. Once we settled into being back together, life was good. Life was fucking amazing, actually.”
“In what ways were you different?” he asks.
“Sean was a love and peace type of bloke. As long as he could play his guitar, write his songs, smoke a doobie, and love me, he would’ve been happy living in a tent on Hampstead Heath rather than in a multi-million-pound house.”
“And you?”
“Me? I’m the product of being raised like a typical Essex girl. I like nice things. I like my shoes and my bags, but if I can make something from Primark look good by adding a Gucci belt, as long as my nails, brows, and lashes are on point, I’m all for it.”
“Can I just add,” Len interjects, “and I’m including all three of these girls when I say this. They’re passionate and fiery. Theywear their hearts on their sleeves, and those hearts are made of pure gold, and each of them would give you their last Rolo…”
“But not their Chanel Maxi Hobo,” Jim calls out, making us laugh.
“They can be loud and brash, but they’re also funny as fuck. Like George said, Georgia and Maca had very different personalities, but their love was a borderline obsession.”
“Thanks, big brother Len,” I say, looking over my shoulder at my brother.
“Little sister Georgia, you’re very welcome.” He winks at me.
I turn back to face Daniel, who currently reminds me of a dog with the way his head is tilted to the side and his eyes are darting between us all as he tries to work us out.
“But you still held off on getting married, having kids…” Daniel eventually says. “Why was that?”
“The press,” I tell him honestly. “There was constant speculation that we’d only got back together as a front to cover Sean and Marley’s relationship. There were blokes making up stories about being fucked by one or both of them, women claiming they’d been there when they’d fucked each other. I wasn’t going to get married in an attempt at shutting them up. Plus, when we did get married, I wanted to do it in secret. Not secret—that’s the wrong word. I wanted it to beprivate. Like Marley said about his wedding, and even my dad mentioned yesterday how much our family has given to the press and the public over the years, so I wanted my,ourwedding to be just forus.
“There may also have been a little bit of us wanting to be able to say a big, huge fuck you to all the paparazzi after the event. And as for kids…” I shook my head. It hurt. The decision we made to wait hurt my heart now, but I’d come to terms with the fact, I couldn’t go back and change it.
“We were in Japan,” I start, recalling the exact moment we made the decision to wait. “Jimmy was a baby, and I think Jim was just pregnant with Paige.” I look over my shoulder as Jim nods.
“Come down here.” Dan gestures with his head.
