This is a sequel/spin off of At The End Of The Day, We're Still Sisters.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

WARNINGS: SUGGESTIVE/SLIGHTLY DIRTY COMMENTS, BUT THEY AREN'T EXTREME OR GRAPHIC OR DETAILED

Allagash, Maine was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody (considering the population wasn't even three hundred), and that's why it was common knowledge in the small town that Amelia and Lisa Morgan were fiercely protective of their little sister, Meg.

But nobody knew how protective Meg could be of her older sisters… until three college boys made the mistake of calling out dirty comments to the older Morgan girls.

It was a chilly day (as usual), and Meg huddled deeper inside of her navy blue jacket, shivering.

Lisa smiled, and seeing her younger sister shudder in an almost painful manner, she shrugged out of her own purple hoodie.

Meg was always made for hot temperatures; that's why their parents sent them to a summer camp a little farther down south to get away from the cold that Maine carried. Lisa and Amelia, on the other hand, were almost immune to the cold by now. Amelia was made for sunshine (which was part of the reason for her nickname, Miss Sunshine), but that didn't necessarily mean hot temperatures; it could be freezing while the sun was still high in the sky. Rainy days were what got Amelia. Lisa was made for the chilly autumn temperatures, so she could walk around in late November (as long as the snow hadn't started) in shorts and be perfectly fine. Still, her mother made her wear a coat, which more often than not, Lisa gave to Meg.

Anyway, Lisa handed her hoodie to Meg, and when Meg still shivered and trembled like a leaf in the wind, Amelia gave up her own jacket. That was just the kind of things they did for Meg, and while Meg wasn't one to cough up a thank you very often, she was grateful.

A sudden whistle made the girls stop in their tracks and glance around.

Their eyes landed on three college boys sitting in a car nearby. They were smirking at Amelia and Lisa in a very suggestive manner.

Now, Lisa and Amelia were good looking girls. Amelia was cute in an innocent kind of way; she was a little on the short side with slightly chubby cheeks, curly brown hair, crystal blue eyes, and a smile that lit up the entire room. Lisa was tall with long legs and a perfectly flat stomach. She had short brown hair and brown eyes, and more recently, she'd started to develop more in the chest area. So yes, they were good looking girls, but they were also fourteen years old (Amelia was almost fifteen, but still), and they'd barely started looking at guys at that age. And now three guys were cat calling them?

Meg clenched her fists as one of the boys, who was obviously the leader in the trio of college boys, waggled his eyebrows.

"Hey, cuties," he said to Amelia and Lisa. "You two look cold. Wanna ride?"

"Believe it or not, no thanks," Amelia said, flatly. Amelia was very kind, but she could be snarky and sarcastic and even rude when she wanted to be. It wasn't very often, but she could definitely be rude, and usually, it was when the situation called for it. Which this one definitely did.

"Ooh," the boy muttered. "Feisty," he said, licking his lips.

"Just keep walking, Lia," Lisa whispered to her older sister.

"No."

Surprisingly, this statement didn't come from Amelia. It came from Meg.

She stomped up to the boy sitting in the driver's seat with his window rolled down and glared at him, as though he were the Dream Catcher himself.

"Stop saying those things about my sisters," she growled.

The boy shrugged. "It's not my fault your sisters have nice a-"

Meg, knowing what he was about to say, threw open the car door (almost throwing it off its hinges) and grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt. The boy was so surprised, he didn't even attempt to stop her as she pulled him to his feet and slapped him so hard across the face, she left a red mark. Meg vaguely wondered how he was going to explain that to the rest of his college buddies when he returned to school the next day, but she didn't really care.

"My sisters are fourteen years old," Meg snarled. "You are… what? Nineteen? Maybe if you stopped hitting on children, you'd have a girl your own age. Now, if you ever say anything to my sisters or even look at them a certain way, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your life. I'll humiliate you, hurt you and your reputation, and I will make sure you carry that mistake to your grave. Do you understand me?"

The boy gulped because he knew that Meg meant every single word.

He nodded before scampering back into his car and pulling away from the curb without another glance at Meg or her sisters.

"Meg, you didn't have to do that," Lisa murmured, her eyes wide with surprise.

Meg nodded. "Yes, I did. You're always protecting me. Taking care of me. It was my turn to protect you. I love you, guys."

Amelia smiled, wrapping an arm around Meg. "We love you, too, sis. Now, let's go home."

From that day on, nobody ever messed with Amelia and Lisa Morgan. Everyone knew better than to mess with Meg because she had her big sisters to protect her. But now Amelia and Lisa had a protector of their own.

This idea popped into my head, and I thought I would explore it a little by writing it. I hope you all enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading! Please review!