“Mary had a little lamb~ little lamb, LITTLE LAAAM-”
“WOULD YOU SHUT UP!!”
...pfft. Rude.
“It wouldn’t kill you to have a little fun while you’re doing your chores.” Heath huffed.
“It wouldn’t kill you to be less ugly.” Ciara bit back.
“Actually, Dean said I was quite attractive today, so boohoo to your poor eyesight.”
That stopped her.
“Dean?” she breathed. “As in Dean, Dean?”
Heath tilted his head to the side looking at his sister quizzically.
“Is there any other Dean that we both know?”
“Would you stop with your sarcasm? This is serious. Are you talking about Dean Montgomery?” she questioned, pulling on her now green locks that were braided on either side of her.
“I can’t remember his last name, but I guess so...” Heath shrugged, folding away the dish rag he was using.
Ciara gasped, and then continued to stomp all around the kitchen, the mop she was using completely forgotten.
“This is so flipping unfair! You’re a guy!”
Heath laughed. “Biologically, yes. That I am.”
“Why do you get to hang out with all the hot guys at school!?” she wailed.
“Well, Dean said it’s part of the status quo-”
“First Thorne, now Dean? I swear life’s out to get me.”
“On the contrary... I think it’d actually be a bonus for you if I’m friends with them.” Heath said, packing the dried off plates in their assigned cupboard.
“How exactly would that be a freaking bonus?”
“You know... They’d be over here a lot, where you’d get to ogle them to your heart’s content, I guess.”
Ciara went quiet for a few minutes before she started jumping up and down like some mentally challenged patient.
...and they call me the hyperactive one.
Heath thought.
“OH. MY. GOD I LOVE YOU! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD STAY MY BROTHER FOREVER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!” she screeched, hugging Heath around his neck, ultimately cutting off his air circulation.
“Cee..Busy..Dy..ing” Heath chocked out.
“Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry.” She released him and straightened his collar. “You’re actually quite smart, little brother.”
“You’re like 43 seconds older than me” Heath deadpanned.
“Still counts.” She laughed. “Please bring your friends over as much as you want, ‘kay” Ciara smiled. “But warn me before hand.” She threatened. “Can’t have them seeing me looking like a hobo.”
“I don’t think they actually care, Cee.” Heath laughed as she walked through the kitchen door.
“I’ll make them care!” she shouted in the distance.
He would forever wonder if his sister had all her necessary brain cells in the correct places.
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~Now looky here, looky here aah what should I do... So many pretty bunny’s that I’d like to persue. And even though they’re eating out the palm of my hand, there’s only one carrot and they all gotta share it-
“’ey yo, mistle toe.”
“Do you have to answer every call like that”
“What? It’s my thing.”
“Your thing’s stupid.”
“Rude.”
“Made contact with the target yet?”
I smiled.
“Affirmative.”
“Don’t get distracted, agent.” I laughed at that.
“No promises.”
“Look, you’re one hell of an agent, but if you mess this up-”
“Chill, Vannah.” I chuckled. “I Gots This”
‘Savannah’ sighed. “Rodger that. Report back soon.”
“Aye yay, Cap’ain.”
“While you’re there, you might as well learn proper English.”
“My English is perfectly fine.”
“...ha. Sure”
A few minutes passed with silence.
“I’m fine, Savannah. Stop worrying.” I smiled.
“As if I’d worry about your sorry ass.”
“Awww I love you too”
Savannah sighed again. “...Be safe, Dean.”
“Aren’t I always?”
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