Light came pouring into the room where two fully-naked bodies were tangled up with each other and the blankets. Mercy was caught with Nathan in her twin-sized bed. Lyrica, who had came home drunk, kindly slept on the couch (or as close to the couch as she get before passing out) and let Mercy and Nathan go about and made the sex.
The smell of burnt bacon wafted through the air and the sound of the microwave going off irritated Mercy's headache even more. "Go away Lyrica..." Mercy grumbled, covering her face with a purple, moth eaten pillow. "I'm tired and the light is blinding. Close the damn curtains."
"I'm not Lyrica," came a deep angry voice from where Mercy knew the window was. Opening her eyes just a tiny bit, she saw the silhouette of a very built person. Instead of the long hair she thought she'd see when she looks at Lyrica, she saw large muscles and a buzz-cut.
Realizing who it was, Mercy quickly covered her breasts with her deep purple (with black leaves imprinted on it) blanket. "Ethan. I-"
Nathan stirred, pulling Mercys attention. He muttered something in his sleep then grabbed Mercy her by the waist and attempted to cuddle with her stomach. She rollled her eyes and attempted to pry him off with no use. That boy had a grip like steel.
"Save it Mercy. I don't want to hear it. While I was away you seemed to have found someone else to play with." Ethan grabbed Nathan by the hair, waking him up. Nathan howled in pain and if looks could kill, Ethan would be dead on the spot. "You," Ethan said, pointing to Nathan. "Out." Nathan quickly scrambled out of the room, covering himself with a dark purple sheet. It trailed behind him as he shut the door behind him.
The slamming of a door woke Lyrica up from her drunken sleep. Rubbing her bleary eyes then her temples, she slowly got up and stumbled her way to the refrigerator. The smell of burnt bacon assaulted her nose as she walked into the little kitchenette. "God Mercy, take the damn bacon off the stove! You're going to burn the whole complex down," Lyrica grumbled to herself. She looked into the living room and saw Nathan, covered in a purple bed sheet, look around, confused for a minute, then fall face first on the old, brown leather couch. He started snoring withing seconds.
After grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, Lyrica walked into the room her and Mercy shared. Opening up the door, letting it lazily swing back, she leaned up againts the door frame, water bottle between her her ring and middle finger. Lyrica stared into the room, astonished that Mercy was up already. "Hey Mercy, you're bacon-" She stopped in the middle of her sentence. "Ethan? When did you get back? What are you doing in here?" She glanced over at Mercy who was desperately trying to cover herself up with her comforter.
Ethan was at a loss for words. "H-hey Lyr," he said his tomato face loosing some of the red. "Do you care to eplain where you guys were yesterday and who the boy was who was in bed with Mercy?"
Lyrica pushed herself off the door frame. "No not really but good try big brother." She pat him on the back. "So what are you doing here?"
"I'm back from my deployment, Lyrica." Ethan said, sounding annoyed. "God, did school do you any justice while I was gone?"
"Whoa, who spit in your breakfast?" Lyrica scowled. "I asked you a freaking question. Whatever vendetta you have against Mercy, don't you dare hold it against me." Lyrica walked out, leaving an awkward silence between Mercy and Ethan. Mercy sighed. "Oh Lyrica, If only you knew the half of it."
"She doesn't know?" Ethan asked, going through Mercy's drawers for a tee shirt and some panties. Mercy ran her fingers through her long hair.
"Isn't that what we agreed upon?" she responded. "That we would keep it from her until I graduated from high school? Because what we're doing isn't particularly legal until I turn eighteen..."
