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Chapter 1

Pretty Vacant by The Sex Pistols

"Green Day or the Sex Pistols?"

Izzy doesn't look up from where she's laying on Luce's bed, working on her laptop.

Luce rolls her eyes.

"Hey," she tosses a tube of lipstick at Izzy's keyboard from where she's standing a few feet away by her open closet. "Iz, would you stop with work for one second and help me out?"

"Hey, hey, careful this thing is new!" she complains gesturing at the computer, before throwing the lipstick back.

Luce catches it before sighing loudly, glancing down at the fluffy black cat looking at her curiously from the foot of her bed. "She's useless, don't you think, Onyx?"

Izzy laughs. "Okay, I'll just let the cat pay my part of the rent then."
Luce gives her sister an exasperated look.

"C'mon will you please just help me?"
Izzy rolls her eyes in response, but closes her laptop and sits up on the bed where she was laying on her stomach typing.

She props up on one of the pillows with her arms crossed behind her.

"Okay," She makes a "go on" gesture with her hand. "You have my full attention. What is it?"
Luce stands in front of her sister in a pair of high-waisted jeans and a black sports bra.
Luce holds up two t-shirts.

"I know this has to be an incredibly taxing task for you," she starts dramatically, "But all I need you to do is tell me which one I should wear. Green Day," she shakes one faded black t-shirt, "or the Sex Pistols," she shakes another faded black t-shirt.

Her sister smirks, laying back on the pillows and kicking up her feet. "How old are those shirts again? They have to be at least ten years old."

"Aw c'mon," Luce looks back and forth between the two shirts. "They're not old, they're just... distressed."

"What, like jeans?" Izzy lets out a loud laugh. "I get the feeling you say the same thing about yourself, right?"

"Haha funny," Luce says dryly. "Just... tell me which I should wear."

"I don't know, Luce, why don't you just wear something black," she replies sardonically, gesturing at Luce's closet filled with nothing but black and grey clothing.

Izzy grabs one of the pillows on the bed and places it over her face to block out the overhead light.

"You really need to find a different color," she mumbles through the pillow.
Luce puts both of the t-shirts down her bed and puts her hands on her hips.

"Come on seriously," she pauses before swiping at Izzy's legs, "And get your nasty-ass shoes off of my sheets. If you're gonna be gross, go to your own room."

"Don't tempt me, Luce." Izzy's voice comes out muffled.

Izzy groans as she sets the pillow aside, bits of blonde hair tousled around her face.

At the poison look Luce gives her, she lets out an exaggerated sigh and lowers her legs to the floor. Luce sits down next to her on the bed with both t-shirts in her lap.

Onyx inconspicuously stretches her way over to Luce, deciding the t-shirts look like a pretty comfy place to make biscuits. Luce rubs her ears absentmindedly.

"Don't you have an August Riot t-shirt laying around somewhere?" Izzy looks at the pile of clothes. "I never understood the whole 'wearing another band's shirt to a different band's concert' thing."

Luce chuckles a little bit. "I don't know about all of that, I just don't have an August Riot t-shirt."

Her sister gasps comically. "Damn, then what kind of fan are you?"