Jac and Jill
Ding dong! Emily sprang from the loveseat and Paige's embrace to answer the door to a column of pizza boxes.
"Hello," came a muffled greeting from behind the stack. Emily stared and tried to count the number of pies in the pile; she gave up after ten. The pizzas shifted and groaned before complaining, "Are you ever going to let me in, Emily?"
Emily giggled and stepped aside as a relieved Spencer ran to the kitchen. When she emerged into the living room, Paige wrinkled her nose.
"You smell like tomatoes," Paige scoffed at Spencer. "Why'd you buy that many pizzas anyway? You're the only glutton here tonight."
Spencer flipped off the swimmer and flopped onto the loveseat next to a protesting Paige. Emily glared at both of them before sauntering into the kitchen for a cookie. Paige's eyes followed the Asian, and Spencer elbowed her. "That's my best friend you're ogling!"
"Play nice, guys. Come on," Emily called from the kitchen. She snuck a look into the living room and smothered a laugh at Paige's pout and Spencer's smirk.
Emily pranced back into the living room, enjoying how Paige's eyes followed her hips as they swayed. Spencer rolled her eyes and suppressed a yawn.
"Lesbians," she grumbled behind her fist. Emily and Paige slugged her on either arm. "Ow! Damn strong lesbians," she muttered as she sank in her seat.
Emily punched her again. "No, I just want my seat back." Spencer obliged, and Emily sank into Paige's waiting arms. Spencer mock-gagged at their googly-eyed cuteness and collapsed onto the overstuffed couch next to them.
Emily poked Paige on the nose. "You still haven't told me," she accused.
Paige groaned. "Seriously? We spent an hour on this! Why do you want to know so badly?"
Spencer blinked perplexedly at the verbal tennis match-turned staring contest between the two swimmers. Finally, Emily sighed and stood, murmuring something about going to the bathroom.
Spencer eyed Paige. "Yo McCullers, what was that about?"
Paige grimaced. "She wants to know my middle name," she mumbled.
Spencer cackled. "Come on, it can't possibly be that bad, Paigey," she teased.
"Don't even start. What's yours?"
Spencer ducked her head and examined her fingernails. "Nothing interesting."
"Oh really? I'll decide that. Come on. Does Emily even know yours?"
"…No."
"Alright, then we'll swap." Spencer and Paige nodded at each other, and then Spencer pointed.
"You first."
Paige ducked her head. "Jaclyn," she murmured.
Spencer stared. "No way. Mine's Jillian." The two stared at each other and then burst into laughter.
"So…what, we're supposed to be best friends or something?" Paige said when she caught her breath.
"I suppose. That's just too funny," Spencer said, smiling. "Jac and Jill."
"The Horrible Duo." Their laughter started anew, much to the now emerging Emily's bewilderment.
"What happened while I was in the bathroom? You two actually tolerate each other now?" she said, her forehead crinkling as she sat down beside Paige.
Spencer and Paige eyed each other before saying in unison, "Jac and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water!" Then they high-fived, and Emily's confusion skyrocketed.
Suddenly, Spencer smirked evilly and sneered, "Jac fell down and broke her crown and can't give head any longer!" She cackled until Paige lunged at her, and then she sprinted from the room with Paige giving chase. Emily sat slack-jawed.
"Um, what just happened?"