Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

March 17th - Under editing

It were short, tickling rushes of air again my cheek that woke me up eventually. As I turned my head to face an asleep Rebecca next to me on the couch, I had to hold in my laughter so I wouldn't wake her. The big bold letters were exactly the same as I remembered putting them down last night, the black sharply contrasting with her pale skin.

'Idiot' it read in cursive letters on her forehead.

Yesterday, after we were done killing some zombies on Becca's X-box, we had found some, probably expired, bags of crisps hidden back on the top shelf of their pantry, which immediately initiated a food fight. When after an hour the bags were finally empty, she had collapsed against me and demanding that I'd carry her to the couch as pay for losing. Once settled, we fell asleep there. Or rather, she fell asleep and I wrote with sharpie on her forehead. Watching my artwork now, I knew that I probably was being incredibly childish but I couldn't help but just gloat at her unknowingness.

She was currently using my arm as a pillow, and as we were facing each other, my hand was draped on her hips. It wasn't quite cuddling, more like trying to make sure neither of us fell of said couch, very platonic too. Careful not to wake her up, nor laugh at her because she looked like an idiot, I moved out of the bed. Slipping out of the room and into the bathroom, I cursed as soon as I turned to the mirror. Of course she had woken up in the middle of the night to draw a bloody dick on my face. I was quite surprised that she had been coherent enough, considering how much alcohol she'd consumed yesterday. Then again, so had I.

When I came back however, she was gone from the couch. I found her in the kitchen, talking to her sister, who was currently flipping pancakes with a small smile. Even as she tried not to be, Sophine was exactly like Rebecca, just a little less rash. Both of them had this crazy personality that was incredibly admirable. They stood up for themselves whenever necessary, and always put up a fight when something was worth fighting for. The only difference was that Sophine was just a tad more responsible than her sister, and somehow I knew that whatever it was that scarred Becca so much, it didn't hit Soph quite as bad.

"Do I have to worry about finding you two snuggled up together on the couch? I thought you said there was nothing going on?" Sophine's voice cheekily sounded through the kitchen door.

"Nah," Becky grunted, voice gruff and hungover. "We got pissed drunk, that's all that happened. We're like two toddlers, you know us."

"Why am I not surprised?" Her sister chuckled in response. I slowly opened the door, walking in on both, grumbling, "Morning"

"Morning," Sophine replied, putting a plate of pancakes in front of me right away. "I suppose you're not any less hungover than my sister?"

I smirked. "I've had worse days."

"You, Luke Ashton," She jabbed a finger to my chest jokingly. "You are corrupting my sister, you two together means no good."

Her words caused me and Becca both to burst in a fit of laughter. "Soph, please, since when am I corrupting her? We both know it's probably the other way around. Besides, we all know me, her, and two bottles of Jack Daniels don't go that well together."

Sophine nodded, but then suddenly glared at Becca. "Rebecca Fray, we didn't have any alcohol in this house, let alone two bottles of Jack Daniels, and all week you've complained about being broke. Please tell me Luke bought those bottles for you." It took her one glance at our guilty faces to come to the point. "Rebecca, you went shoplifting, didn't you? And you helped her!" She was directing her glare to me now, before throwing her hands up in the air. "God, I swear I'm raising an delinquent!" It was really funny hearing those words from a 16 year old girl about her two years older sister. Soph stomped out, leaving us in the middle of a laughing fit.