Love Type Thing I1I Damn Sisters

"Oahhhhhh. Ohhh, owww." I opened one eye to check on her. "UUHHGGGG!"

"Shut up Meagan and start packing."

I groaned more, writhing on my bed. "Ergg, but Sara! My stomach feels like it'll implode!"

"I'll tell you what you can implode if you don't get that ass over here, now and pack."

I raced over to the closet, saluting her. "Onward Ho!" I yelled, pointing to the back wall of the closet in a sort of Superman stance. Did I mention it's like 4 am? Sara had to go and be the asshole she is and decide to wake up at 3, drive down 11 hours and get there around 2 pm. Serious asshole move there.

"Meagan! Are you ready yet?" She shouted up the three steps to where I stood with my duffle bag.

I glared. "Nope. I'm sewing a dress here. Back the fuck off."

"Oh, you and your sarcasm." She giggled. Funny thing about Sara there. She tends to giggle, flip her hair, say things sometimes. She seems like a bit of an idiot. But deep down, she's mocking it. It's like only a few people are in on the joke. Sara prefers to put facades up. I think it's annoying. Pretty much everything's annoying to me lately. "To the car!"

"To hell." I grumbled, stuffing my heavy ass bag in the trunk and getting into the car.

Sara could not for the life of her settle on a song the entire goddamn way there. My only peace was the one stop we made at a gas station in Kentucky. And I chose silence that time. I was forced to listen to only the beginnings of at least a hundred or more songs. Do you have any idea how draining that is?

Sara looked out the window, watching the familiar trees and the little fort go by. I wasn't content simply looking through the glass. So I rolled the window down and stuck my body out of it, looking around. Then all the sudden in the middle of this grass lawn there was a castle. What the fuck's that doing here? Sara didn't seem to phased by it, so I figured it was some historical monument or something. As we got closer it began to show more signs of being a house. By the time the door was pulled open, I'd figured out it wasn't a real castle, just seemed like one from a distance. I had to wonder for a moment what kind of crazy people would buy a castle-looking house. The man who answered the door greeted Sara, kissing her on the cheek and taking her bag for her. He led her inside. Sara kicked her foot back, closing the heavy door on me. I stood, glaring at it for a few minutes. After I decided Sara wasn't coming back for me, I turned around, dropping my bags and sitting my ass on the cold cement steps.

"Need something?" A dark blob asked, cutting out the sunlight. His silhouette was harsh against the blue sky. I noticed he was on a skateboard, scooting back and forth while he spoke.

"Hmm?" I asked, still unsure of what he actually looked like because of the goddamn sun.

I think I saw him smile. "It's not entirely normal to sit on someone's doorstep for no reason."

"Well aren't you just Mister Brilliant." I barked, looking away from the blinding sun.

"Bam!" Sara's voice chided from behind me. "Goddamnit, Meagan. Will you get your ass in gear?"

I stood up, whipping around. "I didn't even want to come in the first place! He's your fucking boyfriend!"

"Language!" She shrieked in her shrill tone. I figured the act was for Bam, whatever weird sort of name that was. "We're over there." She pointed to a red barn-type house on about an acre plot to my right.

"Then why the fuck did we come here?" I asked, scrambling to find a fault or something she did wrong.

She rolled her eyes, starting over to the barn thing. "Come along."

"Not a dog, Sara."

"No, but you're my sister. And as you're much older sister, I command you to follow."

I crossed my arms and tilted my head up. "What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll lock you in the pantry." I was by her side seconds later.

People wait in pantries to kill you, alright?

Finally he shows up. I rolled my eyes. "Meagan, this is Brandon Novak. The boyfriend." She motioned to me, smiling up at the man attached to her arm.

"Hey there!" He waved a hand.

I chose not to say anything. Then Sara punched me. "Nice to meet you."

"Alright!" She clapped her hands together. "Well, there's officially no room here, unless you want to sleep in a closet, Brandon and I would like to have the house to ourselves."

"And?"

She sighed, bored with me already. "So, you'll be sleeping up at Bam's."

"I'll take the closet."

"Meagan." I looked up. "You don't have a choice."

I crossed my arms, backing myself away from her. "And why not?"

"You're annoying, and nosy, and an asshole. I don't want you around and well, it's creepy. Aight?"

I blinked. "So my room is?"

"Just go up there, Bam'll show you."

I whined, "Awwww! But I hate him!"

"You just met him." She said surprised.

"Yes, but he's so annoying!"

"Meagan, everything's annoying to you."

I held my finger up. "Indeed, but that's not the point. Is it?"

"What is your point?"

I shrugged. "I don't know." Brandon grinned as he watched our argument.

"Oh you two!" He shook his head, grabbing both our heads in half nelsons. Wonderful.