“Come on, get up,” Liam said, shaking Mia awake.

     “Five more minutes,” she mumbled, turning over and burying her face in the pillow. It was Saturday and Saturdays were for sleeping in.

     “No, you have to get up now,” Liam said, stripping the blankets off her. “We’re going to be late.”

     “Late for what?” she asked, finally sitting up and looking at Liam. He was dressed in jeans and a footy jersey. “Is that a Brighton jersey?” she asked, frowning.

     “Yep,” he said, tossing her a Kensington jersey.

     “You didn’t tell me you were a Brighton fan,” she grumbled, rolling out of bed and heading for the bathroom.

     “You didn’t...