The Prom Date

Eight(8)

"Mom, I'm home!" I shouted, stepping inside the house then proceeding to close the door.

I hurriedly took off my shoes and threw my bag aside as I went to look for Mom in the kitchen. Huh, weird. She didn't reply- maybe she went out with Dad.

Stepping in the kitchen, my thoughts were right when I spotted a note on the kitchen island instead of Mom. I went over and read the note.

Eli,

Your dad and I have a very important meeting to attend which will be followed by dinner. We won't be back until later tonight. You'd cook something up for you and your sister won't you? Take care! Call or text me if you need anything.

Love, Mom x

Well, it looks like someone gets the whole couch and television to himself then. I gave a victorious smile at the thought- but wait, I wasn't lucky enough to be born as an only child and I happen to have a little sister that goes by the name Lily which means this night would probably be spent fighting over the "comfy" couch and the TV remote, my smile instantly dropped and was replaced with a groan.

I grabbed the note and scrunched it. As I threw it in the trash bin, I heard a door shut upstairs followed by some shuffling.

"ELI? IS THAT YOU? ARE YOU HOME?"

Talking about that little sister, there she goes.

"I'M IN THE KITCHEN" I shouted in reply. Damn, I'm hungry. I was currently raiding the refridgerator to find some left overs or something.

I found a pizza box in the ref, Hmmmm...this will do, shrugging I took it out and placed it on the kitchen island. I could hear pattering of feet against the floor coming from upstairs as I popped the three remaining pieces into the microwave and waited. It was perfect timing when the microwave beeped and I took out my heated babies out the microwave; I see a brown-haired, hazel-eyed, 12 year-old girl standing by the door.

"Hi, Lily" I greeted, grabbing a plate and placed the now-very-hot pizzas on it.

"Hello, big brother" she stalked over and sat on the kitchen island.

"Oooh, Pizza!" she exclaimed, quickly grabbing one of my pizzas, sliding off the island and making a run for it.

Did she-? Did she just seriously run away with one of my flipping pizzas?

Motherfucker. Little sisters. Who decided to create them?

Your parents are one of them, clearly.

Looking down at my plate, I groaned a the realization that she took the biggest one too.

She was so going to get it from me when she least expects it.

Whatever, if she takes one of my pizzas-okay. I'll get the whole couch and TV to myself though.

Stepping into the living room, I see the comfy couch and the TV. SpongeBob square pants and Fairly Odd Parents here I come! But then I notice that the TV is on (I see a talking pig and a -weasel, is it?) and there's a brown blob of hair showing from behind the couch.

Fuck me.

Not only did Lily fucking take my pizza, she took my couch and remote too.

"Lily, get off!" I stood by the couch, glaring at her, who happened to be sprawled over the couch like it was hers.

"No. I got here first"

"But I'm the one in charge,as in charge I say -get off!"

By this time, my hands were already grasping the monster's ankles as I slowly started to pull her off the couch. It would be so much easier if she wasn't gripping onto the couch and such a stubborn ass.