Stocking sighed heavily. It had been on her mind recently to just tell Panty the truth about what she had been thinking about recently, but what did it matter? Panty was a bitch and a half, and even the thought of talking with Panty made Stocking want to puke. Plus, Stocking wasn't going to deny that it might be too soon to really take things that seriously. After all, she still couldn't really get past that it was Brief she was thinking about. Wouldn't she look like the dumbass if she told Panty she thought she might have feelings for Brief, only for it to turn out she just had gas or some shit?

Stocking flipped to another channel and took a bite from her cake. But at the same time... Panty had recently been getting fairly friendly with Brief, and it just unsettled Stocking a tad. What if Panty did like him? What if Panty was seeing how special Brief really was? If Panty thought she could take Brief from Stocking, well fuck... That was just something Stocking couldn't deal with.

Standing up sharply, Stocking walked to Panty's room, taking a deep breath with each step. Knocking sharply, Stocking steeled herself. Panty ripped open the door, lazily leaning against the door frame, "Eh? The fuck you want, bitch? I'm trying to get some fucking beauty sleep."

Stocking pushed her aside, and walked into the pigsty Panty called a room, "We need to talk."

Panty slowly turned in astonishment and anger at the same time, staring at Stocking with gritted teeth. Slamming the door, Panty followed, "Alright... Fucking shoot."

Stocking sat down on Panty's bed, probably something she'd eventually regret after finding a stain on the bottom of her skirt. Stocking took a deep breath and stared ahead, not even glancing at Panty, "I need you to promise me something."

Panty snorted and crossed her arms, staring down at Stocking with contempt, "Okay, sure. What do you want?"

"Leave Brief alone."

"Eh? Brief? Who? Uh... Geek Boy? What the fuck are you talking about?" Panty scratched the back of her head, still annoyed with Stocking.

Stocking still did not look at Panty, "I want you to leave Brief alone. I know he means nothing to you, so it won't affect you in the slightest. It would only give me some comfort."

Panty snorted, her anger slowly dissolving into confusion, "What the fuck is this about? I don't even know what the fuck you're asking me."

Stocking finally looked at Panty, a harsh look in her eyes, "Panty, we both know he'd die for you, but I don't want him to. Either you to tell him that he means nothing to you, or leave him alone. You get everything you ever want in life, give me this one... this one fucking thing!"

Panty stared. How was she suppose to take this? "What... What are you saying? I don't fucking get this? I honestly... What the fuck?"

"I... I think I like him..."

If anything could shatter the chill that fell across the room, it would only have to be a single breath. Panty stared in awe at Stocking, completely flabbergasted. And Stocking stared back, a determined look set deep in her eyes. Panty felt her breath hitch. What the fuck was she suppose to say to that? Panty dropped the stare and stumbled towards her bed, slowly sitting down next to Stocking. Panty rubbed the back of her head, still not sure how to begin. Honestly, WHAT the fuck was she suppose to say? Panty turned slightly to Stocking, "Uh, what the fuck? This is some shit..."

Stocking didn't respond, staring deeply at Panty. She had said it. She had been fighting herself all downstairs about whether or not she'd admit to Panty that she liked Brief, but she had done it. She actually did it. She wasn't sure how she'd describe the feeling, but perhaps like a weight had been lifted? Perhaps not? But now it was out there, and damn if she'd let Panty take Brief now. But couldn't the same be said for Panty? The longer Panty sat there, the more indignant Panty felt. Like? Fuck Stocking. Who the fuck did she think she is? Panty stood up, glaring down at Stocking, "Fuck you."

Stocking glared deeper, Panty smirked triumphantly, "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? I'm fucking Anarchy Panty. Ain't nobody tells me what to do, especially not some bitch!"

Stocking gritted her teeth, but remained silent. This was like taking candy from a baby- Panty didn't even have to fight, "Besides, you barely have half the sex appeal you'd need to steal Brief from me. Like, how could he possibly choose you? That's fucking laughable!"

And like that, Stocking shot up, and stared wildly at Panty, hissing ever so slightly as she said, "Fine! If you want to be such a bitch about it, then so be it. But let me tell you now, that I will kill you before I ever let you hurt Brief. I don't give a fuck if you think this is just a fucking game, because it's not. And I'm not going to play these fucking games with you."

With that, Stocking stormed from the room, leaving Panty behind laughing. This hadn't been what Stocking wanted. She wanted a simple discussion with her sister about her feelings, and maybe have something go her way. But if there is one fucking person to always throw a wrench into her plans, it's always fucking Panty. Stocking gritted her teeth, her mind running wildly through different scenarios. Honestly, how would she get Brief?

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