Love Type Thing I1I Damn Sisters

"Is that possible?" Sara giggled her face off, her arm securely around his shoulders. And she might as well have just sat on him they were so close. I wasn't paying much attention to what they were talking about though. My eyes wandered the street outside, people traversing the dirty streets. On days like this I wanted to be outside, not in here, with Sara and her boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend. The world's a small place, huh? "Hey, Meg you ready?" I nodded, snapping to attention and following them out to the car.

"How do I look, Meggie?" She asked on a Thursday night, twirling around for me. I muttered something hoping she'd believe me and stop asking. "Meagan! I'm asking for your opinion here!" She pouted.

I shot her a glare. "Well I don't know, Sara. You're dating my ex. I'd rather eat shit."

"I can arrange for that." She shot back.

"Whatever Sara. Do what you like. You look fine." I waved a hand, getting off my bed and leaving the room, trying to get away from her. Damn sisters.

"I expect you in a better mood when I get back, Meagan Stracey."

"Whatever the fuck you say." I grunted, shutting the door on her.

Go away. Go away. Go away.

"Meggie! Meggie!" She poked my shoulder then my head.

It's not working.

"Goddamn woman, what in the fuck do you want?!" I exploded, knocking her back on her ass. Mission Accomplished.

She pushed her lip out, giving me the watery eyes. Aw hell nah she's not playing that guilty card on me. I turned my head, closing my eyes and beginning my meditation again. "Meagan Hallot Stracey!"

"What!"

She crossed her arms. "Apologize first."

I got to my feet as well, falling a inch or two shorter than her. "I didn't even want to hear this in the first place."

"Apologize." She said, turning away.

"Woman, if you don't tell me right now, you're not going to be able to ever have any little babies."

"We broke up." She shrugged, referring to her now ex-boyfriend. Whore. "I met someone else. He's so adorable!"

"Was that your news, Sara? You're forcing me to meet him aren't you."

She actually shook her head. I gaped. Maybe I wouldn't have to for once. "More like, live with him."

"Oh, phew." I stopped. "Wait, what?!"

"You heard me. I'm moving in with him, and we figured, you might as well stay for a bit. Help move and whatnot." With a flick of her wrist she exited the room, leaving me gasping for breath. Goddamn sisters!

I just won't go.
And how're yougonna manage that?
Strap myself to my bed or something.
That's a wonderful idea. Or you could just stop being a pansy and go.
Not an option.

I have arguments with myself. I blame Sara. She brings the insanity into our family. What little of it is left. I shook my head, nearly running out of my room after her. Too bad she was waiting for me. We crashed right into each other. Which really means, I slammed straight into her, falling to the ground and looking up at her just standing there, shaking her head. "Fuck." I mumbled, getting to my feet. Myself, might I mention.

"We leave tomorrow." She said, answering my unasked question.

I shouted after her. "Tomorrow?! And you couldn't have mentioned this like a week ago?"

"That woulda been too easy, young, young, young Meagan."

Fucking sisters.