Our Symphonies | satosere

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"Get a kick out of it"

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"Holy -- So he got your number just like that?" Lillie uttered in vocal exclamation marks, her hold on my shoulders tightening.

I nauseously buried my face in one palm and backed off from her. "It's a fricking phone number, stop making a big fuss about it."

"Sis, do you even realize what that means?" She totally ignored what I had stated before - cupping her widely open mouth as she sank into the red and white polka-dotted bean bag. All I spared was an unamused headshake.

We were currently sitting in her room, which I'll call Snowbell from Stuart Little if I had the limited-edition opportunity to name. Because legitimately, this place was anything but messy or multicolored, and it was one of Lillie's habits.

This girl kept her belongings dishwasher-clean and away from me as if I'd put germs on them all the damn time; but whenever she came to my room, there's a likely ninety-nine percent chance that you'll find the stuffs out of their original place.

I hate her, and of course she reciprocates the same emotions. Your lines of descent are definitely not from planet Earth if you claim not hating your siblings.

Lillie was the best plant mom though, I could bet you my precious post stamp collections on that. She purchased every type [save for the fake ones] of shrubs you could think of: the hanging ones for keeping inside the house and the large terracota ones for our little garden. Good Lord she was so obsessed with them that there was no such day that the empty milk bottles would go into garbage, she'd store them for growing rose stems and vines of ivy. There was a series of them sitting at the window sills.

Honestly, I was much jealous of her methodic ways, because all I could do to level up the standards of my room was suffocating the shelves with clothes whenever random guests arrived, and perhaps setting my cosmetics in a line and that too when I was in a good mood. Depended.

Lillie, like the typical dietitian she is, was chewing on a mixture of nuts from the Tupperware container on her lap. She answered the sarcastic glint in my eyes with a loud chuckle, adding, "Serena, just let yourself chill and get a kick out it."

"Wow," I clapped my hands, pointing the index finger at her. "I haven't been to a party since like a decade, you know that, right?"

"That is the thing my homebody," She replied the coming second, fastening the lid and taking a deep breath before looking at me. "You've gotta step out of your house. It's a shame how you had spent your eighteenth birthday watching Big Hero 6, but I didn't say a word about that. I'm aware that you're an anti-social being, you need your time -- and maybe today's the perfect shot to bring that change."

She smiled and stood up from the bean bag, her height reaching my nose. "though society might terrify you at times, at long last it's the only way you savour things. Give it a try for once - at least for me," Her smile broadened. "Attend the party."

I pinched at the skin between my eyes, silently exhaling. "And what if it turns out to be a flop idea?"

"Welp - there's always an option to back out later on," She spoke in a joke typa voice, before going back to being the elder sister again, "Kay now allow me to pick you an outfit real quick."