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Just A Girl

"Meet me at 9:30. I will try to sneak out," Callie said quietly.

A sly smile grew on Dylan's face as he listened outside her bedroom door. He heard the entire plan. He knew his perfect sister couldn't stay that way for long. Their parents trusted her, worshipped her even and that was about to come to an end. She got off the phone quickly after that and Dylan rapped eagerly, three times per usual.

"Whataya want, Dylan?" Callie shouted and he laughed, opening the door.

"Oh, nothing. Just came to talk to my favorite sister."

She scoffed. "I thought that was Iris."

"Sorry, I misspoke. Favorite twin sister." He sounded like a mob boss from an old movie. He flopped onto the end of her bed and she huffed as he unsettled her open backpack that sat mere inches away.

"Get out of here."

"Why? Going somewhere and need to find the perfect outfit?" She blanched and Dylan laughed again. "Yeah, I heard everything. Now what are you going to offer me so I don't tell?"

"Maybe I won't tell dad you and your loser band mates were smoking pot in the bathroom the other night. Mom's plumeria candle didn't cover up a thing."

"You wouldn't." Dylan challenged.

"Oh, I wouldn't?" Callie sat up a little straighter and put on her most innocent face. She pouted her lips that were all too similar to their mother's and Dylan growled in frustration. "Dylan is such a bad influence, daddy. If it weren't for him and his friends smoking p—"

"Fine!" he said much too loudly and she giggled.

"I knew you'd fold."

"Of course you did. I won't tell if you don't tell." He spit in his palm and slapped it with hers and she grimaced.

"Gross."

"Now you're bound for life," Dylan told her. She rubbed her hand on her pajama pants and stared up at him in disgust. "Pleasure doing business with you. Catch you later." He shot up and hurried toward the door.

"Wait!"

His shoulders slumped. "What now?," he whined. My night won't be nearly as entertaining now he thought to himself.

"I've never done this before," Callie said. He turned around slowly. Or would it? He saw an opportunity to amp it up a couple notches. "What do I do? How do I get out?," she continued. The gears were turning in his eyes and she began to smile, albeit an uneasy one.

"The front door." he told her, a devilish smile curling his lips. Her face fell and she cocked her head to the side, knowing that wouldn't work.

"I meant, without them catching me."

"A wizard never reveals his secrets," he said in a low, mystical voice and she suddenly burst out laughing. "What?" He stared at her, watching her gasp for air, tears in the corners of her eyes. He didn't say anything funny and he was fairly unimpressed. If only his friends wouldn't have been busy, he could have been hanging out with them, instead of having his sister laugh at him. He groaned. "Come on. What's so funny?"

"I'm just imagining you in a tall, pointy hat!" She cackled.

"Do you want out or not?" he asked and with that, she was finally able to calm herself down. If she got caught, her parents would never trust her again. She couldn't handle that, not after the reason she was grounded to begin with. She was treading on thin ice to begin with.

"There's a tree outside your window. It's easier to get to from your room than mine but I still manage to do it."

"Will you distract them so I have more time?" Callie asked. "Please, Dylan?" She pouted again and he ran a hand through his long hair.

"Ugh! Fine! Why do you have to do that? I hate when girls do that."

"Except when Daisy does it, right? I heard you and Stinkweed saying how hot you thought she was in her spankies."

"Those underwear things she wears under the cheer skirt?"

"Yup. Guys are pigs."

"Hey, I've heard you talking about guys too."

"Girls are not as crude as boys are, end of story."

"I beg to differ."

"And as if anyone would talk about you!" Callie fired back and Dylan took offense.

"I'll have you know I've been hit on plenty of times. I just don't want to be tied down. I want to play the field."

"Join the football team. That's the only way you'll ever get to play the field."

"Whatever." He said. "Despite you being basically insufferable, I will help you but just this once."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said, getting up and nearly tackling her brother to the ground. She laid a sloppy kiss on his cheek and he pushed her off.

"Blech!" He wiped off his face and backed himself toward the door. He felt for the handle and slipped out as fast as he could. He didn't want another kiss and he had met his quota for good deeds for the day, possibly the week.

He walked down the hallway and bumped right into his father. Their blue eyes met and Dylan averted his gaze. Lindsey's lip twitched, knowing instinctively he was up to something. He caught his son's arm and Dylan stopped in his tracks.

"What's up?" Lindsey asked and Dylan shook his head.

"N-nothing." Dylan and Lindsey looked each other over. It was truly like looking in the mirror for the men.

"Why do you look so nervous?" Lindsey's eyes widened. "Do you have a girl in your room?"

"No! I just came from talking to Callie."

"About what?" Lindsey raised an eyebrow.

"School stuff. We are in the same grade, yknow?"

Lindsey had nothing else to go on but he knew he was in fact up to something. He trusted his kids, no doubt, but Dylan had become the king of schemes.

"Linds!" A familiar voice called from the master bedroom. "Stop interrogating my son!" Stevie said and Lindsey's gaze dropped to the floor.

"Women, am I right, dad?" Dylan gently punched his dad in the arm and walked past him back to his room. His parents had saved the day and in more ways than one. By the time Dylan got back to Callie's room to check on her progress, maybe to push her along as it was past 9:30 now, she was gone.

A/N: inspired by nicksillume I finally finished and posted this chapter. Thank you!