“Hey big sis!” A familiar, annoying, infuriating voice said from behind,
“Megan!?” Mary yelled, “what the hell are you—” she started as she turned around, suddenly distracted by the boy beside her, “who the hell is this?” She questioned angrily,
“Oh, this is Jesse, he’s my boyfriend,” she said with a demeaning tone of voice,
“Could’ve sworn you were going out with that jock last week,”
“That was three months ago!”
“Same difference,” Mary said. She made eye contact with Jesse and said, “get out while you still can,” semi-sarcastically… semi-seriously.
Mary stepped inside and was about to close her door on them before Megan spoke,
“Uhm, mom says she wanted me to visit you!”
“Seriously?” Mary groaned, “go to a fast food place, go make out or something…” she said, itching to close the door on them,
“What’re you holding?” Jesse asked. His voice deep, a little slow. He didn’t sound particularly intelligent, but probably one of smartest guys Megan had ever dated,
“A box,” she replied bluntly,
“What’s in it?”
“Stuff,” she replied again, very bluntly,
“What kind of stuff?” He asked again, not really grasping the idea that Mary didn’t want to talk to him,
“You wanna find out?” She asked with frustration in her voice, “why don’t both of you just come right in and make yourselves at home!” She said with so much anger that her eye began to twitch a little. She kicked the door wide open and walked inside, placing the box on the kitchen table aggressively.
“Are you here to torment me? To just be a pain?” Mary asked her sister, towering over her,
“Basically,” Megan replied, looking straight up to her sister, no fear in her eyes whatsoever.
They stared at each other with a similar hatred for each other before Megan broke the silence,
“Look. I don’t wanna be here. I have to be here for at least three hours otherwise Mom’s gonna be pissed, and I’m not dealing with that,”
“Fine, but why’d you have to bring your little bimbo boyfriend?”
“Because then I don’t have to talk to you,” she said, then got annoyed, “and he’s not my ‘Bimbo boyfriend’!”
“H-hey… Megan?” Jesse said, “I-I think I’ve got a problem…” he stuttered from the other side of the room. Megan’s eyes went wide, Mary looked behind her to see Jesse, hoping to any god that he hadn’t broken something…