Dear Rabbit

Chapter 23

Saturday was a day I spent lying in my bed, despite the yelling from my mother to get out of my bed and that it was too late in the day for me to just lie there. Dori found me with my head shoved underneath my many pillows, my duvet halfway to the floor, barely covering me, and me mumbling to myself (supposedly about old stripper grannies and glitter, but I'm still not sure if she was actually making that up). I hadn't been happy to be woken, but she let me lie there and watch her as she moved to sit beside me on my bed with her legs crossed, so I couldn't complain too much.

A very, very, very long silence took over us as I waited for her to say something rather than just sit there grinning like a fool. Apparently it was ridiculous for my sleep addled brain to think that she'd actually speak first. It felt more like she was waiting for me to ask why she was so happy at 1 pm on Saturday, like a little kid waiting for their parent to ask why they were standing there and what they wanted.

"Alright, why are staring at me with that ridiculous grin? What is it? Did you kill Jackson? Have we been given a lifetime supply of milkshakes? Or is it just that you love my glorious presence?" I shoved myself further up my bed, sitting up, situating my glasses where they should be on my face rather than just sat on a bedside table.

"I had my date with Lydia last night" I had to supress a big smile at the thought that I knew everything about her date with Lydia, that I had been there and that she didn't even know. It gave me an odd sense of satisfaction at knowing I'd pulled off possibly the greatest bit of espionage in the whole of history, or at least in the history of our family. One day she'd know, one day I'd tell her, I'd tell her that I saw her acting so nervous, that I didn't need telling about the date, that I knew it from my own memory...but I'd wait until she wouldn't kill me for spying on her first.

"Yeah, I know...there something you want to tell me?"

"She's perfect." The lovesick sigh was one that moved through Dori's whole body, it was actually unnerving to see her in such a state...sure, she'd said those words before, but never with such utter admiration behind them. It reminded that she was more vulnerable then she'd ever been when it came to Lydia. Lydia could be my sister's absolute downfall and I'm sure Dori would smile as Lydia broke her apart and would thank her for stepping over her heart. And while that terrified the shit out of me, Dori needed this vulnerability. She needed that risk, she needed to learn to trust people outside of family.

"Mmm, yeah, you've also said that before, anything new? Does she furrow her brow when she concentrates? Does she give you a look when you say something stupid?" Teasing Dori was not something that I got to do often, more often than not she was the one teasing me, but since moving so many things had changed and this was one of them.

"Does Stiles murmur in his sleep? Does he tap a beat when he's nervous?"

"...Shut up." And despite the fact I could now tease her I wasn't very good at it because she always threw something right back at me...and I wasn't very good at responding to that. I wasn't very good at retaliating when it came to something like that...or anything really. I wasn't very good at retaliating; maybe that's why Jackson found it so enjoyable to single me out? I just couldn't help being flustered by it, especially when I'd only just woken up.

"So, Lydia is planning a movie night for tomorrow, round her house. I convinced her to let Scott and Stiles come."

"Really? How did you do that?" The smirk that flittered over Dori's lips was enough to have me retracting my previous statement completely, "Actually on second thought I don't want to know." Ugh...one thing I really didn't want to know about was Dori's persuasion methods with her girlfriend.