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Usually at the sisters’ house, one can enter anytime and be sure to hear some sort of bickering. Whether it’s over whose cleaning what or who's cooking dinner that night.
“Haley, you think the pearls go with the red fabric or the mauve?” Emily perks up from the living room floor as she stands to admire her work in progress. She tilts her head to the right and squints, searching the material for an answer.
Her sister quickly stands up from the couch and tilts her head to the left while sticking her tongue out a bit. “Mauve for sure.”
Emily looks up and smiles at Haley. “I was thinking the same thing.”
Fashion, however, is the calming medium.
The blonde beams back as she sits back on the couch cruising her online shopping bag.
“Em, faux fur is 30 percent off per yard. Add to the bag?”
“Oh wow, yes, please! Is linen on sale by any chance?”
“Nope.”
Emily pouts as she glides her shears down the fabric. “Aw. Looks like I’m gonna have to ask Ol’ McDonald.”
“I’ll ask for you. You know she can’t say no to my pretty face!” The blonde says with a boastful smile, the snobbery leaking from her pearly white teeth.
The blue-haired woman shakes her head as she chuckles. “You are really a Gemini sun, Libra rising for sure.”
“ Stop .” Haley wines. “You know I don’t know what any of that means.”
“It means that you’re attractive -- “
“Correct.”
“ And you tend to base your entire self worth on your attractiveness.”
The blonde clamps her mouth shut as she sinks on the couch, a light cast of pink lays on the top of her ears.
“Like, give yourself some credit! Instead of ‘My girlfriend can’t say no to me because I’m pretty’ try something like ‘My girlfriend can’t say no to me because I am a talented and interesting human being who happens to also be pretty.’ I’m pretty sure Ol’ McDonald would agree.”
Haley slips deeper into the couch as she covers her face. “Shut up .”
“You’re welcome, sissy! Speaking about Ol’ McDonald, I’m surprised she left you alone all day.”
“She’s fishing. It’s a roundabout way of telling me she wants to be alone for a bit.”
“Oh my Yoba, I love when two air dominant signs are in a healthy communicative relationship, it makes my heart swell!”
“Yeah yeah, whatever astrology weirdo.” Haley tries to sound bored of the conversation, but a ghost of a smile graces her lips hearing a compliment of her and the farmer’s little relationship tidbits.
“Speaking about dumb astrology,” Emily giggles as she places pins in her project. “Transit Venus is in opposition to your natal Moon!”
“Okay, can you say that in English now?”
“Basically, we’re going to learn a lot about our relationships; familial, platonic, and romantic. If you don’t let the information flow through you in an adaptive way, there is going to be tension and frustration.”
“Woopeedoo, I’ll, like, jot that down in my notes.” Haley responds with a sarcastic drawl.
“Hopefully Saturn will bless his instructions onto you!”
Haley groans as Emily is satisfied with the rise she has gotten out of the blonde.
“By the way, who's cooking tonight?”
“I cooked yesterday.”
“Because I cooked for a whole two days before!”
The knock on the door and then a slam open prevents the sisters from getting even more riled up.
“You guys should really learn how to lock this.” A certain athlete chuckles as he spins a gridball on his finger.
“Hi, Alex!”
“What do you want, Alex?”
He gently kicks the door close as he enters the home. “I came to see my favorite people!”
“You’re only here because my smelly farmer doesn’t want to play Gridball with you.”
He scratches the back of his neck as he is caught red-handed. “Emily! What are you working on?”
“A secret government project!”
“Oh, good luck!” Alex says with a thumbs up as he sits on the couch.
The blue-haired woman gives a thumbs up of her own before placing her concentration back on her craft.
“What are you doing, Wicked Witch of 2 Willow Lane?”
“You really left your house to interrupt my peace?”
“Your peace? So you’re shopping?”
“Oh my God , -- “
“Relax, blondie. I ordered some pizza 'cause I generally missed you guys. Gridball camp is more time consuming than I thought.”
“Aw, Alexy-Wexy misses his girls !” Haley coos as she pokes his cheeks.
He shoos her finger away as he pulls out his phone. “I’ll text Ol’ McDonald to come over when she finishes -- “
The door slams open to reveal a tired and worn out farmer. You kick off your shoes and head straight for the couch, kicking off Alex so you can lay down and rest your head on Haley’s lap.
“Okay, ow!?” The athlete groans.
“Ol’ McDonald!” Emily perks up before returning to her work once more.
“Hi, Alex. Hi, Em.” You say with a quick wave before hugging your girlfriend’s waist and muffling your face into her lap. “Hey, babe.”
Haley chuckles as she softly pets your head. “Hi, baby! Long day?”
You nod deeper into her lap. “Fish didn’t like me today.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you kick people who buy you pizza.” Alex grumbles as he scoots next to Emily.
The latter gasps, she's pulled out of her sewing world again. “We’re getting pizza?”
As if on cue, the doorbell rings.
“Oh, my goodness, who knew Venus would be so bountiful today?” Emily sings as she skips to the door. “I hope you got the vegan special -- “
She opens the door and is met with squeals that aren’t her own.
“Girls! Oh my -- It's been so long!” A man yells as she gives a wide hug to Emily and shakes her from side to side.
Everyone in the room freezes before Haley quickly pushes you off her lap and immediately stands. Alex immediately follows the blonde movements.
You watch as the playful tone of the room is squeezed out as another stranger enters the room.
“Where are -- Jameson, you can leave my luggage by the door-- Where are my little girls!?” A woman comes in and immediately commands the attention of the room. She’s draped in the finest silk dress and jewelry along with a posh hat that covers her eyes.
Right behind her is the other man you can only assume to be Jameson as he carries a roller of suitcases that look as expensive as a year worth of Starfruit.
The luxurious woman skips first to Emily and air kisses her, the latter seemingly annoyed by this greeting but dares not to show it.
“Haley! My sweet little girl.” She squeals as she air kisses the other sister.
“Mother! Daddy! Um -- What are you doing here?”
“We were in the area and decided to sneak up on our little girls -- Alex! I didn’t even see you there! My oh my, you have gotten so big and buff!
The athlete chuckles nervously. “Yeah, the Tunnelers summer camp is whipping me into shape for the fall season. It’s good to see you both, Mr. and Mrs. Remington.”
The patriarch of the family goes over to shake Alex’s hand. “Stop with the formalities, son! It’s Walter and Madeline. The Tunnelers? Oh, I see a bright future for you with them. I know the owner of the team! I’ll put a good word in for you so you’re not a bench warmer for your first season.”
“I appreciate that Mr. Reming -- I mean, Walter.”
“Oh my goodness, my little Haley is dating a Tunneler? Wait until I tell the girls over Sunday brunch!”
You clear your throat at that claim.
“Oh my, I haven’t seen you before!” Mrs. Remington smiles cordially as she eyes you up and down. Her gaze bore into you, quickly demanding an answer despite her tone being welcoming.
“Uh - hi! I just moved here, like, 2 years ago? I run the farm down the road.”
“The farm? Isn’t that where -- Oh shoot, I forgot his name.”
“Yeah, that was my Grandpa. He passed away not too long ago and left me his land.”
“Ah. I’m sorry to hear that.” Mr. Remington sighs. “From what I remember he was a good man.”
You nod as you look down at the ground.
Mrs. Remington cuts in once more. “So you are friends with my girls? I hope you don’t get them dirty with the farmer's lifestyle!”
You raise an eyebrow. “Well I’m Haley’s -- “
“Best friend!” The blonde cuts in immediately. The attention is now on her due to the outburst and she chuckles, her anxiety creeping up in her voice.
“She’s my best friend! We always go shopping together! She may not look like it, but she loves shopping, especially Downtown ZuZu. A sucker for boutiques!”
You watch her fumble an explanation to her mother as Emily and Alex look at you with wide eyes.
“Right, best friend!?”
“Oh, um, yup! I love, um, skirts!”
Haley has to hide her laugh behind her hand before squealing. “Alex! You ordered a pizza for us, right? Why don’t me and my bestie go get it really quickly!?”
“Nonsense, just send Jameson -- “
“ NO!” Haley screams.
The room is silent.
“I mean, like, that won’t be necessary! We have to stop by my best friend’s farm to pick up some linen for Em!”
“That's right! She always has the highest quality materials and is always so kind enough to charge me a fair price.” Emily adds on, nearly choking tension.
“Yup, cause that’s what best friends do!”
Mrs. Remington looks between her daughters before cracking a ghost of a smile at you. “Well then, I’m glad my girls found such a profitable friend!”
“Uh, thank you -- “
Haley grabs you by the wrist and runs out the door.
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We’llberightback!”