My best friends sister (wlw)

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Willow~

The doors of my green commodore slams as Crystal and I get out and walk up her driveway. Today, like most, is my day to drive us to and from school, although recently that's been most days since Crystal really loves my car. I don't blame her though, hers as actually a peice of shit, just saying. Crystal and I alternate who's driving and who's house we go to everyday since we live pretty close and todays day was her house. We have that kind of friendship where you're basically inseparable and always at the others house for absolutely no reason but to hang out and do stupid shit. The kind where you can walk into their house, drop ur bag and make a snack from their pantry, no questions asked.

Anyways, we walk inside the giant ass front door, and head up to Crystals room, saying hi to her mum as we pass. "Whatcha wanna do?" She asks plonking onto her queen size bed and throwing her bag aside.
"Movie? It's a Friday, so why don't we binge all the Hunger games or something?" I suggest, also tossing my bag next to hers and sitting on the soft carpet, spreading my legs into a half split to stretch.
"Yesss! Only if we can watch mean girls first. Oh! And legally blonde!" Crystal says bouncing on the mattress.
"Sure, sure. You go make popcorn, imma get changed," I say, standing up and going to my drawer in her desk where I keep some of my clothes for when I stay over.
"Okie!" She smiles, jumping from the bed and leaving the room, closing the door behind her. I grab a pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie and start to change, slipping off my Jordan's and trackies and putting on the blue and white shorts. Then I take my tee off and as I go to put the hoodie on I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I continue to try and put the hoodie on, just assuming it's Crystal coming back, but the damn thing is tangles and I'm stuck in my Nike sports bra and shorts trynna untie the sleeves of my hoodie.

Suddenly a voice comes from outside the door. "Crystal? Who's car is the green commodore out front? It's sick," they say and then the door opens to reveal a teenage girl, slightly older than me. She has dark brown curly hair put up in a high pony tail. She looks about 6 foot and has gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. She's extremely toned and has a tonne of piercings that I can see on her perfectly shaped face. From what I can see, she's got a septum, a side nose, a lip on the side, and a crap tonne of ear peircing. I'm not jealous. Totally. She's wearing a pair of black baggy Nike trackies, and a loose, high cut, cropped white muscle top, slightly revealing a tattoo in the centre of her torso and some impressive abs. Holy crap is she hot.
"The car would be mine," I say, extremely confused about who the hot stranger in Crystals house is.
"You're not Crystal," she states, looking me up and down slowly with her really fucking pretty brown eyes.
"Nope, Willow. And you are...?" I respond, also letting my eyes trail over her. Hot is an understatement to be honest.
"Darcy, her sister. What are you doing naked in her bedroom?"
I look down at my exposed abs and then at the stupid hoodie still in a tangled ball in my hands.
"I'm her best friend, I was just getting changed while she gets snacks," I say, my cheeks immediately flushing as I try to cover my stomach with the sky blue hoodie.
"Hm, ok," she hums, still staring at me with accusatory eyes, but there's some other emotion in them, lust almost. I don't know, it's probably just my imagination telling me what I want to hear.

Just then, Crystal pops up behind her, breaking the awkward silence. "Ah! Willow, glad you've met Darcy. She came home today after getting expelled from her boarding school, Dumbass," she says, glaring at the older girl.
"Whatever, see ya, Willow," Darcy says, leaving. I swear she winked at me, but I dunno, im probably just seeing things again.

"Sorry bout her, she got expelled for getting caught smoking again so now she's pissed," Crystal apologises, her fake lashes fluttering as she rolls her eyes.
"What, like weed?" I ask, kind of disgusted. Weed smokers are an instant turn off for me. Everything about it is gross. Smoking anything else I don't care, it's just weed.
"Nah just nicotine and she doesn't do it very often, mainly just when she's with her mates, don't worry," she reassures, glancing down at the mess of a hoodie in my hands. "Here, I'll get that for u, I have claws," she offers, waving her hands in the air to show off her long white acrylics. I hand it to her and within seconds she has gotten it back to normal and gives it back. "Thanks," I say, tugging it on.
"You can pull up the movie on the tv, the popcorn should be ready by now," she tells me, nodding her head at the remote sitting on her white marble vanity before going back downstairs. I hear rummaging sounds coming from the kitchen which I assume is her getting sour patch kids. That girl has a problem. I grab the remote and turn on her tv, pulling up Netflix and searching for mean girls. I honestly don't hate the show. Teen girls who wear slutty outfits and roast each other, what could go wrong.