Where the Sun Sets

Eight.

"So don't freak out but Spencer and I are hooking up." I looked at myself in the mirror, practicing what I was going to say to Penelope. "Hey Pen! I'm doing the neighbor!"

Spencer looked up at me from the edge of my bathtub, "Yeah, that's the one."

"Really?" I looked at her, surprised she was agreeing with me.

"No!" She laughed, her ginger hair falling out of the messy bun she had up, "Hell no!" She stood and stretched her hands above her, her shirt lifting up just slightly.

And I'm shameless. I watched as she moved, completely under her spell, "Spence."

"Hmm?" She opened her eyes, a knowing grin on her face. "Oh, come on!" Her hand slid across my shoulders, a gentle yet firm touch. She let her chin rest against me as we stared at ourselves in the mirror. "Gets worse before it gets better."

I grabbed her hands, pulling them around myself so that she was hugging me. Sighing, I let our eyes meet in the mirror. "Pen is gonna kill me, isn't she?"

"Y'know, just guessing here, but you kinda deserve it." She smiled slightly, "I do too. More than anyone. But..." She stopped talking, her eyes finding our toothbrushes.

"I'm... Yeah. This sucks." I turned around to face Spencer, "You know this sucks?"

She scoffed, "You have no idea." Gently, she moved a strand of hair behind my ear, her fingers lingering on my cheek. "Is it worth it?"

My eyebrows shot up as I watched her internally battle with her mind and all the doubt. I placed my hand on top of hers, leaning into her touch. "You're worth it."

Her cheeks became a deep, scarlet red and her gaze was settled on absolutely anything else in the room.

I leaned into to kiss her, excited every time I do.

But a helpless voice came from the doorway, "Nattie."

I pulled away, glancing at my little sister, "Hey, A-Money."

"What's the neighbor doing in the bathroom?" The little girl was half asleep. Her hair was almost standing straight up and her pink teddy was clutched tightly in her arms.

"Her toilet broke."

Spencer elbowed me, dragging us out of the bathroom, "This is a dream." She moved her arms around as she disappeared into my room.

I rolled my eyes and let my gaze wander back to my sister, "You need help, sis?"

She shook her head, "I hope this isn't a dream." She sighed as she used her princess steps to reach the toilet.

"Why?"

"That means she wasn't real and that neighbor lady is very pretty." She nodded very matter of factly and glared at me, "And this isn't a real toilet."

I held my finger to my lips, "Maybe nothing is real." And I closed my side of the bathroom, letting the little kid ponder before she knows how to turn the shower on by herself.

"Trolling your sister?" Spencer looked at my from my dresser. Which she had kinda a drawer in. Just dirty clothes she left here that got mixed in with my laundry so I cleaned them, folded them, and put them into an empty drawer.

But she was getting out my pajama pants. That she was probably going to wear. "Spencer." I had my arms folded iver my chest, my gaze on the girl in front of me. Stealing my clothes.

She had an innocent grin on her face, "Yes, darling?"

Ooh. Darling. I sighed and laid against my bed, "Get me something out too?"