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What Do You Think

"Come on bro, you're not listening. What happens if their some type of killer"

Brandy was worried about her sister bringing home another psychopath, so of course she expressed her concerns. Last person to come here was arrested for beating her unconscious.

"Oh nice one. My own sister doesn't think I'm capable of finding a decent partner"

Normani understands where her sister is coming from but it's been two years. Two long years of self reflection, therapy and empty pints of ice cream.

Without hesitation Brandy shouted, "NO! I DON'T"

The two of them were close. Since Normani was the oldest, she took it upon herself to raise Brandy and here the roles are being reversed. Brandy isn't a fan of her sister getting abused by no good low lives and she damn sure isn't gonna sit around and watch it happen again.

Before Normani could get a word in, three knocks were placed on the door. A huge sigh escaped Normani's mouth as she slowly opened it. "Brandy, this is Vix"

Immediate disapproval took over her face. Scoffing at the sight of this Vix person. They were about 5'8, honey brown shoulder length locs that covered their face, tattoos on their neck, loose long sleeve shirt, black fitted slacks and some leather Cavaliers.

Sure strayed from her type, Brandy thought.

"What's with all the tattoos?", the question slipped right out of her mouth, venom in each word.

Though you couldn't see their eyebrows, Vix was caught off guard from how straight forward the sister was. They let out a little chuckle before answering, "What can I say? Love me some ink"

"Don't mind her please. She isn't a fan of anyone I bring home", Normani scoffed, giving her sister the side eye.

"Can you blame her though. Your track record isn't the best", Vix joked.

Brandy however didn't find it funny, "watch it", they threatened.

Vix lips curled up, humored by Brandy's threat. The protective type. Normani is the older one, right? they mentally questioned.

"You can put your bags upstairs babe. I'll be up there in a sec", Normani said.

"Bags? Hold up, no. No no no, you're not staying", Brandy intervened.

"I'm not?", Vix questioned.

"You are. Brandy, I'm not in the mood. I'm taking this upstairs", Normani grabbed her partners bags, rushing the luggage to her room.

Leaving Vix in the room with her sister probably wasn't the brightest idea, but she didn't want her sister to burn their stuff or throw it into traffic.

Brandy took this opportunity to do some damage and grabbed her lighter, "you smoke?", she asked.

Vix mentally laughed because Normani warned them about this. The whole interrogation that Brandy puts all her new partners through.

"I do actually. That's how me and your sister met"

"Wrong answer", she spat.

"Right answer. I met her at her friends house and had a smoke sesh. Your sister almost died though cause she can't keep up with me, so I took her outside to get some fresh air and bought her some food", Vix responded.

"What's her favorite food?", she quickly asked.

Without hesitation Vix responded with a twisted look, "Fried rice with honey mustard. To be honest, that was almost a deal breaker for me"