Ariana looked from side to side at the stone-faced guards blocking the doors. "Whaddaya mean I'm not a Quinn?" she demanded worriedly, turning back to look at a certain sarcastic teenage lacrosse player. She grabbed a lock of light blonde hair dyed pinkish and held it up to his face. "I got the hair and everythin'!"
Stiles Stilinski rolled his eyes. "Ariana, you're literally delusional...."
"Well...." Harley pouted, trying to think of something to say back. And although she hated pointing this out, it was all she had. "So's my sistah!"
Stiles just rolled his eyes again, resting his jaw in his palm. "Harley freaking Quinn is a fictional character. She's not your sister."
Ariana sniffed. "Yea she is," she argued weakly.
Stiles crossed his arms, still fed up and starting to get pissed. "Really? You know her? Then where has she been, Ariana? Where?"
She sniffed again and kept her gaze down, admitting defeat.
Stiles recoiled, noticing his sister's sudden mood deflation. He reached his arm out across the table and put it lightly on her shoulder. "Hey," he said quietly, "I didn't mean to yell at you."
Ariana wiped delicately at her glassy eyes in hopes of not smearing her makeup. She managed a smile. "It's alright, I guess. Havin' a sarcastic dork like you for a brother is way better." Even her accent was starting to fade.
Stiles grinned back at her, helping her out of the chair. "Come on, Ari."
// For some reason, my anons always become Teen Wolf-related XD.
