me and you

Chapter 26

The next Friday, after I got home from work, I went up to my sister's room. "Knock knock," I said as I opened the door.

She looked up from her phone. "Hey unnie. What's up?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Don't be mad. I have a date."

She arched an eyebrow. "Why would I be mad?"

"Because, Mark asked me on New Year's Eve, and I'm just now telling you."

Dahyun pouted. "You're supposed to tell me these things!" She climbed off her bed and led me to my room, immediately going to my closet. "Where's he taking you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. He wouldn't say."

"You have his number?"

"Obviously."

"Gimme your phone. I'm gonna call him and ask."

I unlocked my phone and tossed it to her. "He might not tell you."

"He will," she said confidently. She held the phone to her ear, waiting for him to answer. "Hi, Mark? This is Dahyun, Sana's younger sister." She paused to let him respond. "Yes, we did meet at your party. Anyway, so I was recently informed that you're going out with my sister tonight. I need to know where you're taking her." She paused again, nodding. "Okay, thanks." She hung up and tossed the phone back to me. "He's taking you to dinner and a movie. So cliché."

I chuckled. "Yeah, no kidding. He couldn't have come up with anything better?"

She shrugged. "Guess not." She threw a shirt at my head. "Put that on." A few minutes later she chucked a pair of jeans at me. "And these." She threw a thick sweater which smacked me in the face. "And that." She tossed me a pair of boots that I'd had for at least a year but still hadn't worn. "And these because unlike your combat boots, they aren't tearing at the seams."

I rolled my eyes as I changed my clothes. "My combat boots are not tearing at the seams. They're just a little dirty."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "You've been wearing them for two years and the soles are practically about to fall off."

I scowled at her. "They are not."

"Yes, they are," she disagreed. "Tomorrow, we're going to the mall, we're going to buy you some new combat boots, and then we're going to bury the old ones in the back yard next to Dubu Jr."

I shook my head. "We are not burying my boots next to your demon cat! I won't let you."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. By the way, you look great. You're welcome."

I looked at myself in the full length mirror that hung on the back of my door. "Squirrels, I look like a girl."

"With the size of your ass and boobs, you always look like a girl," she said. "On second thought, you look like a grown ass woman. I swear if it weren't for your hair, grown men would be looking at you the way they look at Mom."

I arched an eyebrow. "Is that a compliment?"

"Yep." She said as she flopped down on my bed. "Take your hair down. It's your first date; you should want to look nice."

I shook my head. "You know I hate wearing my hair down."

She sighed. "I still don't know why. I'm convinced it's because Riku always had Mom put it up when we were little."

"He only did that so it would be out of my way when I was at the park," I said. "And really it's just because it tickles my neck, and I don't like the way it looks."