You came home to find your sister putting away some groceries in the kitchen. You picked up the apples and moved them to the fruit bowl on the rarely used kitchen table, taking one as you went.

You needed something to distract yourself

You dragged your finger over the fine layer of dust that had gathered there. When was the last time you had used it? The last time your parents were home for dinner was about three weeks ago, so... three weeks. You sighed.

You took another bite from your apple and turned around, these thoughts weren't really cheering you up either. You put some cans in the fridge with the apple in your mouth, as your sister put away the the last jars and containers that were in her grocery bag.

She turned around and chuckled when she looked at you.

"oink oink!" she mocked, reminding you of the apple that was still in your mouth and made you look like a roasted pig ready for serving.

You took another bite and swallowed it quickly.

"what's for dinner tonight?" you asked flatly.

"I have no idea," she replied, which wasn't unusual. You often took turns in preparing diner, but you you usually ended up eating in the living room for the TV, or you ate in your room by yourself. Either way, you two had little contact and dinner was always a last minute decision.

"alright then, how about you get us some pizza, so I can make a call?" you said.

You were about to call (BFF/N) to ask her about what to do about the two guys who seemed to be fighting over you when she spoke up again. She would probably start the whole good and evil stuff all over again, but she was the only one you could talk to without having to bring him over to meet him.

"who are you gonna call? Allen?" she said, you could easily distinguish the mock in her voice, and then it got through to you what she said. She knew about Allen. HOW THE HELL DID SHE KNOW?!

"I went to the grocery store today," she started in her "you know there's a 99% chance of shit-storm an it's coming right at ya!" voice.

"Shocking," you sighed, sitting down at the kitchen table, knowing you'd be stuck there for a while. Your day was bad enough, she would have a hard time making it worse.

"and I met this cheerful strawberry-blonde gentleman. We were going for the same jar of icing and-"

"you both fell in love at first sight," you joked.

"almost. He let me have it and asked for my name. I told him and he asked if I was perhaps related to _ _ and I asked him how he could possibly be familiar with my little sister," she said, and you resisted the urge to "AWW~" the the mention of letting her have the icing.

"but I don't know anyone like that," you said, not recalling ever having met a strawberry blonde gentleman of any kind.

"just wait, that part is coming." she promised. "he answered me that he had two younger brothers who he looked after since they did not have any parents and mentioned that the youngest was dating a pretty young girl by the name of _!" her voice dropped about 3 octaves near the end of that sentence and you could tell she was not amused.

You thought about it for a moment. Allen did mention being raised by his brother who hadn't gone to collage. But instead worked at a bakery to raise him and his brother. A strawberry blonde with the attitude of a five year old.

But that wasn't the main issue right now. The most important thing was to calm your sister down.

"listen, I can explain! He asked me out for dinner once! We went on one date! And we've barely gone out for three days now! You don't expect me to come skipping into the place one afternoon cheering "I have a boyfriend! His name is Allen and we're going out for dinner!", do you?" you said defensively.

"I'm not pissed about you having a boyfriend, I'm pissed about that date of yours!" she yelled.

"WHAT?" you said, raising your voice. You had officially lost track of the conversation, what was so bad about dinner?

"YOU SAID YOU WERE STAYING OVER WITH YOUR FRIEND LAST SATURDAY WHILE YOU ACTUALLY WERE WITH A BOY, WHO'S ALSO A YEAR OLDER THAN YOU! I DON'T WANT MY SISTER SLEEPING AROUND WITH SOME GUY THE DAY AFTER THEY'VE FIRST TALKED!" she yelled, her eyes growing a little wet and her voice wavering.

now it made sense.

"oh, well if that's it you don't have to worry you know. I really did sleep at (BFF/N)'s place. I just stayed over with her so you wouldn't bring him in for interrogation." you said, finally understanding why she had been so angry.

"w-what?" she asked.

"I went to her place, got ready, had my date, and then I went back to her and went to sleep. That's all," you explained.

"oh, thank god," she said, sighing in relief.

"so does that mean you'll make us a pizza now?" you asked, feeling like the weight had been lifted off your shoulders, if only for a brief moment.

"no," she said bluntly.

"why not?" you asked, digging your teeth in the half consumed apple once more.

"well, let me finish my story, I told Oliver you had never told me about your new boyfriend, so he invited us both over for dinner so we could meet," she said with a sly smirk.

You almost dropped your apple and your eyes went wide. You tossed the remains of the apple into the trashcan and banged your head repeatedly against the kitchen table, leaving a clear mark of where your forehead had hit the surface in the dust.

Your sister, Allen, and you sitting together at a diner-table... this could not end well... not after today... not at all...

"we'll leave in an hour," your sister said, leaving the kitchen and ignoring your obvious misery.

I AM ON FIRE! two chapters on one day!

my parents just came back from their road trip (Germany, switzerland, north-Italy, France, luxembourg, belgium, and of course the Netherlands)

sometimes it really does feel like siblings live on your misery, doesn't it? anyway, we have a problem... again... ^_^

I'm on a roll with the cliffhangers today. sorry about that...