AN: So I really wanted to write a fic with Dave and Sis in it ^^ I can see Sis being a hige pain for Dave to deal with

The early light of dawn hazed its way into the Strider apartment, lighting up Dave's room, little floating dust particles glowing softly. The young Strider remained perfectly still, watching the door with a blank expression, eyes hidden by his shades. He wondered if today he'd be spared his every-day morning ritual of being abused in some way by his older sibling.

The door creaked open ever so slightly. Fuck. He had to deal with this shit again. He waited patiently, his face void of any emotion, and with his shades over his eyes, he may have been asleep. Even though he was awake, he wasn't going to bother moving. He knew that his elder sibling already knew he was awake.

The tip of a hat appeared over the edge of his bed, followed by Cal's bug-eyed grinning face. He watched the puppet, unblinking, unmoved by the creepy stare. Cal was followed shortly by the tip of a much larger, grey hat, a pair of supremely ironic shades and a wide, smug grin. Dave stayed completely still.

A bright yellow smuppet slowly rose into Dave's vision, rump pointed directly at his face. The elder Strider grinned wider, moving the colourful puppet ass closer to his face. He lashed out and grabbed the other's slender wrist, preventing the filthy puppet monster from getting any closer.

"No." he deadpanned.

The elder grinned and vanished, escaping Dave's grip. He dropped his arm and let out a sigh, pushing his shades into a more comfortable position. He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. Thank god that was over, and he'd escaped humiliation pretty well. It was good to know that today's battle with his sibling was –

WHACK!

THUD!

Dave let out a groan. He was sprawled on his floor, face down in a pile puppet ass, with Cal draped over his head. This was so un-cool.

"Wakey, wakey, li'l bro! Get your scrawny ass up and ready for school!"

"SIS I AM GOING TO FUCKING TEAR YOU TO SHREDS!" Dave growled, rolling out of the smuppet pile and scrambling around for something to throw at her, trying to pull on some clothes at the same time.

"Have a shower first, shorty, you reek." she teased, before vanishing, taking Cal with her.

After a quick shower, Dave cooled down and dressed, careful not to crease his sweet shirt, cool-kids don't wear creased clothes. Ever.

He pulled a ninja sword from the hooks on his wall and made his way carefully to the kitchen, bare feet padding silently across the floor. He could see Li'l Cal sitting on top of the fridge and slowly made his way towards the puppet, a firm grip on the sword. He looked around slowly, taking in every detail of the small kitchen and searching, in case his sister was hiding in a corner, even though that wasn't her style.

Suddenly, something wrapped tightly around his chest as something hard and metal was shoved into his face, splattering his skin with some cold liquid.

"Eat your fucking cereal, Dave. Eat it!"

Dave kept his lips firmly closed as the Lucky-Charms-filled-spoon was jabbed into his face a few more times. He wriggled and struggled against his sister's wrap-around grip. At some point his sword has been confiscated from him.

"Fuck. Off." He managed to growl.

She vanished from sight, freeing him. He looked to the table and saw a readily made bowl of cereal sitting expectantly in front of a chair. When Dave made his way over to inspect it for some sort of trap, he noticed that there was a nasty pink smuppet sat on the chair. He kicked it off with irritation and ate his Lucky Charms slowly, allowing his cool-kid wall to rise again. By the time he was finished he'd donned his perfect poker face.

He picked up his totally ironically cool old-school leather satchel and made for the door, almost glad to be heading for school rather than stay home. Normally things were pretty chill at home, but he knew that, by the levels of teasing and excitement his sister was dealing out like John and his fucking rabbits, that something totally sweet had happened. Maybe she'd finally gotten herself a boyfriend and he'd be free to spend as much time as he wanted on her Xbox. Maybe she'd found herself a better job than that shitty one she had at that weird clothes shop, he didn't care how cool or ironic she said it was. It wasn't cool.

Just as he reached out a hand to open the door, a pair of gloved hands grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back and dragged a brush roughly through his hair.

"No way you're going out like that, asshole" she said over his cries of distress.

"Get off, you crazy bitch!"

"Deal with it, pipsqueak!"

After much fighting and struggling, she eventually got his hair into what she considered to be more socially acceptable before vanishing again, leaving the door ajar. Dave muttered under his breath and fixed his hair.

He made his way slowly down the stairs of the apartment building, expecting at any moment to be assaulted by his insane sister. Whatever was getting her all excited better be pretty damn good, for all the torture he was dealing with.

He opened the door into the bright sunny day and stared.

Sis was leaning with a very smug expression on the freaking coolest bike he'd ever seen. Ever. He fought to keep a straight face as he walked over casually, trying not to look too impressed.

"Impressed, kiddo?" she asked, her voice laced with smug pride.

"I see you have a Harley Davidson."

"A Dyna."

He nodded appreciatively "How did you afford it?"

"I got a promotion" she replied, even smugger than before.

"So you spent all your money on a bike." It wasn't a question.

"Jealous much?"

"Whatever" Dave shrugged, and made his way to school, glad to know that all the drama was over.