Family Ties/Jessica Annoy Heather
From Create Your Own Story
Wandering through the house you slowly trod past your sister's room. Some cool music is coming from her room. You don't really know what it is but you've always looked up to your older sister and her taste in music, clothes, and everything 'Heather', so you know it must be cool!
Pushing slowly past her cracked door and into her room you creep forward as nonchalantly as possible. Heather is lying on her stomach on her bed, her phone in her hand as usual. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the roundness of her butt, her thin and extra small yoga pants straining to keep from tearing. She's not thick by any means, and is apparently still small for her age. Mom thinks she's still due for a growth spurt yet but Heather already has your mom's curves.
"What do you want?"
You snap your eyes away from Heather's backside and spin away slightly, your arms flopping around at your sides.
"Nothing."
"Well you can find nothing everywhere else too," Heather snaps back. The words themselves are said flatly but with a passive aggressive glare that only Heather can deliver.
"I guess so. But you're more fun." You rotate one ankle and toe through some of your sister's underwear strewn across her floor. You wish you could buy the same panties and thongs Heather can. You're sure that's why she's as sexy as she is. Unfortunately none of hers fit you.
"Um, thanks?"
You glance up to catch the tail end of Heather rolling her eyes and turning back to her phone. She's so pretty. If only she paid more attention to you.
After another lazy stride or two you plop yourself down in her computer chair. You twirl on it a few times in front of her desk, waiting for her next insult or verbal jab. But it doesn't come. You plant your feet down on the carpet and fiddle with the hem of your skirt.
"Can we do something?"
"Why?"
You sigh and shrug your shoulders. "I dunno. Let's just do something."
"Yeah. No."
"Why not?"
Heather looks up from her phone. "Because you're la... I just don't want to."
You know what she was going to say, but you ignore it. "Pretty please? Texting can't be better than everything."
Heather scoffs and returns to her phone. She sends another text but then pauses and looks back at you. You're watching her intently, doe-eyed, hanging on her every word and movement. Surprisingly she turns onto her side.
"And what is it you would want to do?"
Did she just put her phone down? That alone has got you excited! Quick! Think! What's fun?
"Umm... uh... I can show you some Minecraft!"
"Ha! No."
Heather already looks to be regretting this. Say something else! And fast! "Wait..."
