𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 (Complete)

𝚂𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜

"Wake up, Paris!" a voice shot through my pleasant dreaming.

Believe it or not, I do have dreams.

Most of them end in me dying as a single, lonely old lady with five cats—

But I do have them.

"Paris is already awake," I mumble. "They're probably having lunch now."

"Not that Paris, Paris," my mom replies, and I can just imagine her hands resting on her hips. I suddenly hear her arms fall to her sides. "Now I realize how confusing that is," she murmurs.

I grin against my pillow. "You're the one who named me, remember?" I remind her. "Dad wanted Vivian."

I hear the door close softly behind my mom, and I flip over to my back.

I could just go back to sleep, but then that leaves no time for my extra long hot shower to steal all the hot water.

I leap from my bed, ignoring the flying bedsheets tangling with my mound of pillows now on the floor. I run to the door, leap up to the bar at the top, and swing myself forward, using the momentum to skid into the bathroom.

"You are not stealing all the hot water," a voice says behind me.

"And who's gonna stop me?" I reply, slowly turning, arms crossed, to face my older sister.

She still has her classic bed hair, and her pajamas are wrinkled from sleep. "I am," she answers, hands set on her hips with a look that's meant to look 'oh so mighty' but just shouts, 'I just woke up'.

"And how are you going to do that?" I question while slowly backing into the bathroom, feet searching for the end of the door. She finally realizes what I'm doing and springs forward, but my foot finds the back of the door and I slam it in her face, quickly turning the lock. I hear her picking at the lock, but she doesn't realize that I installed an extra one on the bottom that actually works.

The one on the door is incredibly easy to pick, despite the bathroom being kinda important to have a good lock on.

Screaming and grunts come from the other side of the door, but I ignore them as I pat my towel hanging from my hook with my name on the wall.

I twirl over to the shower nob, turn on the water, and go back over to the sink to brush my teeth while I wait for it to heat up.

I finish up quickly, humming a little tune before the water is finally warm.

"You sneak me Nutella and I'll save you some hot water," I murmur against the door, where I know my sister still is. She remains quiet, apparently pretending to not be there. But I hear her soft breathing and shake my head. "I know you're there, Mia," I say with a roll of my eyes.

"Sister sense?" she questions quietly.

"Nope, just your loud breathing," I reply.

"Anyone ever tell you how annoying you are?"

"You're not the first if that's what you're wondering." I shift my weight to my other foot, with my other ear pressed against the door. "So, deal or no deal?"

"Fine, but it better be worth it," she grits out.

I move away from the door without replying and touch the water flowing from the shower head.

Nice and warm.

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"What was that!?" my sister screams when she gets out of the shower. "You barely left me anything!"