45 hours

Early Friday Night

I'm playing video games with my brother. We have this list of chores that should be done this weekend, but we reckon we'd be able to do them in an hour or two on Sunday. Procrastination is an art-form.

It's been all about Dark Universe 2 for the last couple of weeks and it seems like we're nearing the end. Luke's phone rings, but that's okay since we're at a spaceport and not in the middle of a battle.
I don't pay much mind to what's being said, until Luke sits up and shouts. "Dude!" I raise my eyebrows at my twin, but he ignores me. "Get over here like right now!" Luke turns to me and waves his phone in my face. "Dean's not grounded anymore!"
I roll my eyes. "Great." Since Luke seems to have forgotten our quest to finish DU2, I save the game and turn both console and tv off. "I guess he's coming over now then?"
Luke is halfway out to the kitchen, but stops and sticks his head back into the living room. "Well yeah, duh. He's the dumbass who got himself grounded for two freaking months! He's the one who needs to get over here! We can finally get back to DemonCore." Luke disappears and I hear him opening cabinets and searching for something.
"Why are you like this?! I thought we'd have a chill weekend! I don't want Dean here! Why can't he just stay home and you guys just play online?" I don't know if he ignores my question or if he actually doesn't hear. I flip him off and go have a shower.

Scrubbing my body and shaving my legs has me feeling less grumpy about it all. I'll just make this weekend about me instead; pampering myself and ignoring the dorkazoids in the living room. My best friend Allie said she'd maybe come by sometime during the weekend, to make sure I don't turn into a total geek. She could bring pizza and news of any parties.

"hey babes, what's up? u gonna come by?" It takes unnaturally long for her to answer.
"no. i'm dying!!! stomach bug"
"oh no babe. that sucks!!!!!" I get vomiting emojis back and send her a couple of green hearts.

I lie down on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Well then, guess I'll stick to the pampering. With a sigh I return to the bathroom and smear a pineapple smelling peel off face mask onto my skin. Setting my phone on 20 minutes I grab metallic green nail polish and sit myself to paint my toenails. A muffled "DUDE!" is heard through my closed door and I know that Dean has arrived. Making a face, I stick my tongue out at my feet and continue painting my toes. The face mask has begun to set, making my face feel all taut and weird, but it'll look all nice and smooth when I've peeled it off, so it's all worth it.

Fifteen minutes later, my face is all pretty and shiny from the face mask and lemon scented face cream. I brush my hair and put it up in a sleek ponytail, before descending the stairs to go find a tasty snack in the kitchen. All along shouting has been heard from the living room.
"Dude! Yes!"
"Fuuuuuuuckkkkkk!"
"Get him, get him, get him!"
"Duuuuuude!"
"Fuck yeah!"

The volume on the tv is turned up! And even though I don't really want Luke to bust his hearing, I kinda do, because he's being a total butt about this weekend. So, being the kind and caring sister I am, I walk in there, grab the remote and turn the volume down to a livable setting.
"Lily! What the fuck?!" Luke tries to kill me with his eyes. Dean just turns his head to look at me.
"That was too loud and I live here too." I flip them off and take the remote with me.
"You bring that back here!"
"Make me, turd face!" I'm lucky they're in the middle of a game, or Luke would have jumped me. Instead I have the time to hide the remote in the kitchen. Mom has this god awful muesli she keeps in its paper bag, in a pretty tin can. I just lift the bag of muesli and place the remote at the bottom of the tin. He'll never in a million years think to search there. 

Grabbing enough ingredients to make cookie dough for all three of us, I hope to appease his anger. Dean I don't care much about, but if I don't make enough for all of us, they'll just eat it all.
I hear Luke muttering and stomping towards the kitchen just as I remove one third of the cookie dough to a smaller bowl. "Now, you listen here. You have no right to decide what volume..." He stops in his tracks as he sees me cleaning up and putting the ingredients back where they belong. "Is that cookie dough?" He takes a step closer. "Who'd you make it for?"
"For you. Obviously." I give him a big grin, which sort of falls into an awkward smile as Dean enters the kitchen. "Both of you." I nod at the bowl.
Dean's eyes light up and he takes a giant step to peer down into the bowl too. "Wow, thanks Lily!" Shrugging my shoulders I dig out spoons and hand them over. Annoyingly enough, it's Dean who reaches for them, having our fingers brush. And I really don't like having too much to do with him.
I mean, I've known him for ages and most of the time I ignore him, but he's also a bit of a wanker and takes up way too much of Luke's time. Today being a prime example. I guess he's to Luke what Allie is to me, but obviously more of an idiot.
"Yeah, I guess we could, like take a break or something." Luke manages to get half of the cookie dough onto his spoon, before shoving it into his mouth. "We're gonna have the rest of the weekend anyway." His words are all gloopy sounding from all the cookie dough.

My spoon freezes halfway to my mouth. "The rest of the weekend?" My voice kinda cracks a little at the end and I look from Luke to Dean. Luke just shrugs his shoulders, too busy chowing down on the cookie dough.
"Uhm, yeah. Dad's picking me up on Sunday afternoon." Dean's not looking me in the eye, he pretends to be scraping the bowl, but I know he's really avoiding the death glare I'm sending his way.
Luke's dropping his spoon into the sink. "Allie's gonna be here anyway. Right?"
Grumpily I shove cookie dough in my mouth before I form my words around it. "She'sh shick."
"Yeah?" Luke shakes his head. "That sucks." Yanking the empty bowl from Dean I grunt in response. Slowly he puts the spoon down on the counter, lifting his hands up as if to say that he's not to blame. I turn my back to them and put our dishes in the dishwasher.
"Uh, you think we could get the remote back?" Dean makes me jump, I thought they both had left the kitchen.
"No." I wait a beat before turning around. He's gone and soon enough the sounds of the game trickle in from the living room.