Ghosting You

Chapter 23 - Laughter, Love And Flatulence

Presence knocked on Charm's door, only to be greeted by a swift, "Fuck off!"

Undeterred (because when has a closed door ever stopped a determined sibling?) Presence pushed her way into her elder sister's bedroom like she was entering her own personal kingdom.

Charm, sprawled on her bed in a pose that screamed 'leave me alone to wallow in my misery', glared at her. "Did I stutter?"

"Bitch, hush your face," Presence retorted.

Though Charm was two years older, born in London before the family moved to Nigeria where Presence arrived, they behaved like twins.

Frustration painted across her face like abstract art, Charm grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Presence with the precision of an Olympic discus thrower. But Presence, channeling her inner ninja, caught it mid-air and flung it right back, her grin widening to street cat proportions.

Before Charm could react (or grab another weapon), Presence pounced on her, landing on the bed with all the grace of a caffeinated squirrel. They started giggling and yelping, a tangle of limbs and laughter that defied the laws of physics and sisterly animosity.

"Let go of me, you fuckwit!" Charm protested, her voice carrying all the conviction of someone who secretly didn't want to be let go at all.

Presence, channeling her inner WWE wrestler, kept at it, determined to claim victory in this impromptu sisterly smackdown. Finally pinning Charm down, Presence let out a triumphant fart. Because nothing says 'I win' quite like biological warfare.

"Eww, you pig!" Charm shrieked, summoning superhuman strength to launch Presence off her.

As Presence tumbled off the bed in a graceless heap, both sisters erupted into the kind of laughter that makes your sides hurt and your cheeks ache.

Because that's the thing about sisterhood - it's built on a foundation of shared DNA, mutual annoyance, and the ability to go from mortal enemies to best friends in the span of a single, well-timed fart.

"Are you even alive?? Did something die inside your stomach... fuck!" Charm wrinkled her nose, her face a perfect mix of disgust and poorly concealed amusement.

Presence, still sprawled on the floor like a fallen soldier, held her belly and laughed even harder, letting out more farts in the process. Because why stop at one when you can turn your digestive system into a one-woman orchestra?

As the giggles subsided and the air cleared (literally and figuratively), Presence and Charm shared a look that said more than words ever could. Because sometimes, the strongest bonds are forged not in grand gestures or profound conversations, but in silly moments that smell vaguely of death and sound like pure, unadulterated joy.

One more escaped Presence, a final encore in her gastric symphony.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Charm exclaimed, leaping off the bed like it was suddenly made of lava. She rushed to the windows, throwing them open with the desperation of someone trying to air out a crime scene.

Presence, still on the floor, tried to control her laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she gasped between giggles.

Charm shot her a look that could have curdled milk, waving her hand frantically as if she could physically beat back the smell. "Yeah, right. Like I haven't heard that before. Seriously, did you eat a dead rat or something?"

As Presence's laughter finally subsided, she wiped tears from her eyes and sat up, still grinning. "Sorry, sis. Guess the stress just had to come out somehow."

Because that's the thing about life - sometimes your problems, your stress, your fears, they all come out in the most unexpected ways. For some people, it's tears or angry outbursts. For Presence, apparently, it was turning her digestive system into a weapon of mass destruction.