A/N: A little idea which popped randomly into my head after re-reading Facts To Know For Life for the dozenth time on The Gas Station LJ community. XD

"H-hey! Stop that, V!"

"Stop what? You mean… this?"

"Ah–! Yes, that!"

"Heh heh. Sorry, Rich, but your reaction is just too amusing to me."

"Tch. I should get you back for that."

"Oh? I look forward to it."

"Well, you won't have to wait long. Let's have another round, Virgil."

"Oh, I'm quite prepared for it, Richie."

Sharon has been listening to this for the past minute as she's lingered outside of her baby brother's bedroom door, laundry basket balanced on her hip with her free hand hovering half a foot away from the doorknob.

Now, there have been a lot of things that Sharon has never meant to see or hear. Like kids making out in the janitor's closet at her high school, or further back when she's caught a glimpse of the boys changing in the locker rooms at her middle school.

But this takes the cake, if it is what she thinks it is. There are some things in her life, she realizes, that are like pranks being pulled on her. Jokes she can sit back and say with an embarrassed chuckle, 'Well, I walked right into that one!'

Except, of course, she means the term literally.

"Just what are you two doing in here?!" she bursts out with a crimson smudge on her chocolate face and a forgotten laundry basket being kicked by her feet.

The two boys – Sharon's annoying heroic younger sibling and his creamy-skinned nerd of a best friend – shoot their heads in her direction and blink slowly. Richie adjusts his glasses with one hand, and she notices slowly that his other hand contains a game controller. The TV screen in front of the boys is paused.

"Just playing Mario," Virgil snorts as he faces forward again. "God, what were you thinking that we were doing?"

"Yeah, Shar, get your mind out of the gutter," Richie giggles as he, too, returns to playing the game.

Shaking her head, Sharon leaves the clean laundry in Virgil's room (it's his anyway) and exits with relief washing over her body.

Thank goodness that it hadn't been what she thought it had been.

And if it had… how would she have reacted, anyhow? She doesn't know. She also doesn't care.

It's their business, after all.