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Drunken sister with truthful words

👑Lacey's POV👑

I shook my head at Anaelle's still drunken state. I will admit, it is kind of funny. But when you hear from your drunk twin that she just paid a gang to kill people, nothing it really funny.

I sat down on the other side of the couch from Anaelle, since I didn't really want to sit near her at the moment. Rye sat beside me and made a funny face to obviously make me laugh, and I giggled.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and put his head on my shoulder. He kissed my cheek repeatedly and then nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.

"I'm tired," Rye stated quietly in a grumbly voice that only I could hear correctly.

"Me too," I said.

"You know, when I was little, I once killed a kitten by sitting on it," Anaelle admitted unneedingly.

"Aww! Poor kitty!" Brooklyn exclaimed while pouting.

"Yeah, but he's fine." Anaelle shrugged and Andy looked at me with wide eyes. He walked over to me and moved close to my ear.

"Your sister has gone mental," Andy whispered.

I nodded. "That happens."

Rye chuckled, since he heard us both.

"What are you guys talking about?" Anaelle asked.

"Nothing," I said quickly.

"Totally not suspicious," Andy mumbled sarcastically. I glared at him and then turned back to look at Anaelle.

"You should probably go back to bed," I stated.

"No!" She exclaimed.

"Anaelle, you're still drunk and you need to sober up," I said.

"But I don't wanna sleep! I'm not tired," She claimed.

I groaned. "Just go to sleep alreadyyy!"

"Nooo!" She exclaimed.

I sighed, but didn't say anything. I mean, what else what there to say? It's obvious that she's not sleeping because she's stubborn, so I guess I'll just have to make her drink a ton of water and possibly get her to shower if I can.

"Then at least go for a shower," I said.

"Are you saying I stink?" She asked, offended by my words.

"Yes, now go have a shower," I said.

Rye laughed as Anaelle stomped to the bathroom.

"That was mean," Brooklyn commented.

"Well, she smells like alcohol and it'll also help her to sober up a bit," I said.

"Where are the towels?" Anaelle called from the bathroom.

Mikey got up to get her a towel while the rest of us stayed put and talked about random things. Then Mikey came back with a red face after giving Anaelle her towel.

"I'm guessing she was naked," I said knowingly.

He nodded quickly before sitting down again.

"Does she do this a lot?" Mikey asked.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Like, get drunk and stuff," He explained.

"No. It happens a few times a month, I think. Only when she gets really stressed, or angry, or something," I answered.

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Anaelle came out of the bathroom in just a towel, considering the fact that she forgot her clothes in the Mindy room.

All of the boy's stared at her as she went by. Rye even stared, which made me smack his chest and glare at him.

"I'm sorry," Rye apologised.

"Cool," I said sarcastically.

"Babe, don't be like that," He begged. Then he got leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "You know, if you walked out like that I'd stare at you too...and possibly do more than just stare."

I blushed as he moved away from my ear. Rye smirked at me and kissed my cheek.

"Guys! Stop it!" Anaelle whined, still a bit tipsy.

"Go drink some water," I demanded.

"No," She refused.

"Anaelle. Go drink some goddamn water," I said firmly.

She finally did and then she sat down on Mikey's lap.

"I'm bored," Anaelle stated.

Mikey chuckled. "Of course you are."

Anaelle's phone buzzed, indicating that she got a text. I got a bit anxious as she picked up her phone and looked at the text.

"Who is it?" I asked.

She didn't answer. She just got up and walked to the Mindy room.

HEY EVERYONE!

So, Taylor and I actually have some news for you guys. You may remember that when Taylor and I wrote five facts about us, our fifth fact was that the both of us are engaged. And, well, we're actually engaged to each other. You might've already guessed it, but yeah!

Sincerely,
Meredith