Never The One Noelle

Vaguely Panicked.

"All I'm saying is that after you have sex for the first time—Or any time, for that matter—you want to head straight to the bathroom," Emily chopped her hand down onto her open palm to emphasize, "a bad bitch is not a bitch who gets UTIs."

Emily took a drink of her tea—which was definitely just hot water and Fireball. Apparently, it helped with her cold or something.

Noelle slowly let her head rise from the loose-leaf papers strewn across the kitchen island, levelling her adoptive sister with a glare, "Are you done? Or, can I finish working on my Science review?"

Emily didn't seem to notice, and she just stayed leant against the island across from Noelle, sipping absently at her tea.

Noelle huffed and put pencil to paper, ready to continue where she'd left off.

"It's just that-"

"Emily!" Noelle closed her fist on her pencil and it nearly snapped from the pressure, "when will you shut up?"

"When you are thoroughly educated, Ellie," She reached across the island to bop her sister on the nose.

"Jesus," Noelle let her head fall into her hands for a moment, before she scrubbed at her tired eyes, "why in the world-"

"Because I see things."

"What things?" Noelle levelled Emily with an unimpressed look.

"I can tell there's something up with you," Emily pointed a finger tipped with golden acrylic nails at her sister, "You're not all mopey and depressed. Also, you've been avoiding that Jake kid for weeks. Mom and Dad came and went and your mood didn't change. Well, at first you were mopey and depressed, but then it just-"

"I'm not mopey and depressed!"

"Not anymore, you're not!"

"Words cannot express how unfathomably irritating-"

Emily hoisted herself onto the island, a vision in pink workout clothing and permanent sex-hair, "You aren't depressed; therefore, you have someone to take out your inner turmoil on. Conclusion? Boy-toy."

"No!"

Noelle glared at her sister in indignation. She was mostly just surprised that Emily cared enough to notice; Emily was flighty and self-absorbed at the best of times.

Emily scooted further towards Noelle, her eyes narrowing. Noelle had to save her binder from falling off the surface with the stray papers Emily had haphazardly relocated, "yes," she grinned, showing her perfect teeth that had costed a fortune in full, "I'm right. I can tell because your tomato face is more tomato-y right now. Ha!"

Noelle slammed her science binder closed, and just rolled her eyes at her sister. She could feel her cheeks crisp with her sister's words, however, "You know nothing about me, Emily."

Emily scoffed, "Please, I practically raised you!"

"That's very generous."

"I'm sure there's at least one occasion I did something sisterly for you," Emily stopped to think for a moment, "Ha! I talked you through your first period."

"Wow, look at you go," Noelle grumbled sarcastically as she began to put away her science to relocate.

"I also hung out with you instead of partying every weekend."

"You partied all the time!"

"Yeah, but not every weekend."

Noelle stuffed her binder filled with crumpled paper under her arm and she turned to leave.