Not the Cliché

Hysteria

March 5, 2012

"Yo, Caitz," Blair called out from above, "can you lend me your comb?"  

"I can, but will I?" Caitlin replied laughingly.

"You know what I mean. Please? I'm your little sister." Blair returned in a baby voice.

Caitlin snorted but threw her sister the comb.

It was another typical Monday morning, time to start school. Caitlin never enjoyed school, especially Mondays.

"For the love of God, don't call me 'Caitz'," Caitlin splashed water onto her face, "I'm not a gangster or something. And you can't use the little sister excuse on me! Do you ever hear me pleading for something and saying 'Pretty please? I'm your big sister!' Girl, it doesn't work like that!"

"Oh, come on! I'll let you call me Blairz, how about that?" Blair hopped towards Caitlin with a smile plastered onto her face, one contagious enough for Caitlin to slip a little grin as well.

"Alright then, 'Blairz,' what's with the cheery mood today?" Ruffling her  sibling's hair, Caitlin danced just out of Blair's hands' reach and promptly ran away.

Even though the sisters have been living in the same house for six years, the halls were still a twisted maze as the two climbed on tabletops and leaped from room to room.

"Hey! Get back here! I just finished brushing my hair!" Blair shouted with a grin as she chased her older sister who was laughing hysterically.

Times with Blair were the best.  Like a ball of sunshine, Blair could bring up just about anybody's mood. Everybody went to her for advice, which hurt just a bit of Caitlin's ego.

Wasn't she the older and wiser one? Sometimes, she felt that she wasn't the  best sister towards Blair, teasing and pulling pranks on her all the time.

Caitlin didn't understand why most sisters detested each other so much. No matter how horrible the fights, and despite the screaming, yelling, and throwing glass at each other, Blair and Caitlin always stuck up for each other. One without the other instantly became lonely; They were close as milk and cookies, the peanut butter to the other's jelly.

Although their unique and eccentric sisterly relationship dumbfounded others, Blair and Caitlin didn't care for their opinions. Taking trips to the city where the skyscrapers stood proudly and dominated the skies, playing video games until their thumbs hurt from jamming into the controllers, and watching Lord of the Ring marathons was just the beginning of their infinite memories together.

Finally calming down from their little play-fight, the two sisters slapped together a quick breakfast.

"Caitlin?" Caitlin looked up to her sister at the sound of her name, rolling off the tip of her tongue.

"You know I love you right?" Blair stated with her eyebrows scrunched with sadness.

"Yes, I do. You're acting strange. Are you okay?" But Blair just shook her head to digress from the topic.

Just as Caitlin took a bite out of her sandwich, the only edible piece of food left, Blair raced out to the school bus for middle school.

Strangely enough, Blair had barely touched her own food. Caitlin shook her nagging thoughts off; With their parents gone for a small business trip, the two sisters were left on their own to take care for themselves. Blair was probably still not accustomed to the change.