"Hey... how you doing with- everything? You know... your mom getting taken away-" Lola asked, taking a lick off her cone of vanilla ice cream.
"It's... I don't know, it feels a lot less stressful? Like Natalie's death had only emphasized how upset I was here." Guinevere explained with a solemn look.
"Makes sense, she was an asshole. So it's better?"
"Yeah... instead of just being like, miserable- it's been a lot more reflective and quiet. Appreciative- of what she left."
"Yep... I'm taking on a lot more responsibility. Handling our finances and stuff." Lola smiled.
"Girl! That's awesome!"
"It really is, feels like my mom respects me more."
"I wish I could reciprocate." Guinevere swung open the door to Natalie's old room.
"You been working out of here?"
"Pretty much, once I got over that hurdle, feels more safe and secure."
"Natalie wouldn't have hesitated to claim some free real estate."
"For real though- she'd be like, she died, I've got free land I can claim."
"I'm sorry, Natalie." Lola whispered under her breath.
"Oh, you know what she'd say."
"Well she isn't here to say that I can't. Hmph."
"Come here, yep! Come here, girly-" Guinevere watched the fancy cat parkour over shelves until she got to the desk. And she just three her hands up as one of those furry paws pressed the key to turn on the monitor. "Well, excuse me, ma'am."
"She really is a little lady. Snazzy." Lola did a little jazz hands.
"Awww, you wanna get me in?" She watched Nightwhisper enter Natalie's four digit code on the keyboard.
"Love how this is just- accepted as perfectly normal."
"It's our normal! Who's a smart kitty-" She scratched the maine coon under her hat.
Booting up Natalie's copy of Word, she started putting a few basic plot points down.
"Heard through the grapevine that you were writing a story? Got a plot in mind?" Lola peered over to glance at the screen.
"The story is already done for me, I just need to write it down."
"Oh boy, divine inspiration."
"Yeah, if you call a dead sister "divine," I guess. I'm writing our story."
"Huh-"
"I've got all this reference: texts, assignments, journaling. Plus our own experiences."
"I'm sure Natalie would love to be turned into a marketable novel."
"Oh I can picture what she'd say."
"Ah yes, if y'all aren't profiting off me, then my life and death was for NOTHING!" Lola did her best "Natalie."
"Awww, Nightwhisper, what do we name it?"
"Something like, goofy and sarcastic."
"Oh? I was thinking more poetic."
"Mrrow?"
"Nahhh. How about like-"
"Admiring the light?"
"Yeah? Yeahhh, that's a good name. Admiring the light... featuring her amazing cool girlfriend."
"Admiring... the light, my sister's story. Amazing."
"Amazing..."
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Admiring the Light
Teen FictionFriendless and timid, Guinevere is stuck in her socially anxious shadow, content to let her sister lead and live a sheltered life. Without Natalie pushing her to break out of her comfort zone, she'd be trapped in fear. The world is scary, even her o...
