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Lizzie stared through the curtains as a beat up car screeched to a halt in front of the MacDonald-Venturi household. She could make out the dark figure of her sister in the passenger seat. Casey leaned over to the driver and the two kissed for a few moments. She then got out and flipped the guy off with a smirk, who responded with a few short blasts of his horn. Casey made her way up the front walk.
The front door opened and slammed and Casey threw her leather jacket on the floor, beneath the hook where she was supposed to hang it. Casey's attire was completely different than it had been only a few short months ago. Instead of her usual pastel colored tops and jeans or skirts, she now dressed in skin tight dark colored pants and revealing, torn up shirts. The old Casey would have been appalled.
"Case? Where were you?" Lizzie asked, jumping away from the window. She stared at the back of her older sister's head, which was tilted to the side. Casey twirled around on her heels.
"Out," Casey responded. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder and began to climb the stairs to her bedroom.
"Wait! Who was that guy?" Lizzie inquired, feeling like she was an interrogator. More and more, it seems like Casey is the little sister in need of guidance and Lizzie is the big sister, trying to watch out for her.
Casey stopped on the middle of the staircase. Without turning, she replied in a nasty tone, "You want to know his name? Lizzie, keep yourself in your own business. You're such a little keener," Casey scoffed, continuing up the stairs.
Lizzie heard a door slam overhead, and she went back to the window and peeked between the curtains. The car was still there. "Come on Case," Lizzie muttered, watching as the driver drummed on his steering wheel impatiently. he kept glancing over at Casey's window. "Not again, Casey."
"Lizard? Was That Casey just now?" Nora asked, appearing suddenly in the doorway. She was smiling obliviously, drying a plate with a dish towel.
Lizzie turned from the window reluctantly. "Yeah, it was," she answered, nodding.
"Hmm. She sure has been staying out late lately, hasn't she?" Nora said, a sad look in her eye. Nora knew something was going on, it was hard not to notice, but Nora would rather ignore the signs than have to deal. Nora shook her head sadly and returned to the kitchen.
Lizzie's attention turned back to the front window. Casey was just climbing back into the mystery guy's car when Lizzie looked outside. The car sped away with a screech, undoubtedly leaving skid marks on the street. "That's the third time in four days," Lizzie said to herself.
Just a few days earlier, Lizzie had been sleeping soundly in her bed when she heard her window creak open. Lizzie leaned over to her nightstand and switched on her light. "Casey?" she asked groggily, watching as her older sister stumbled in through the small opening. Lizzie jumped out of bed to help her. "Casey, what's going on?" she asked, pulling her window closed and then reaching down to help Casey sit up. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.
"Lizzie? My stomach feels all tumbly," Casey giggled through her slurred words. She leaned against Lizzie's wall and gripped her stomach. "What are you doing in my room?" Casey asked loudly.
"Shh," Lizzie whispered sharply. "You'll wake up mom and George!"
"Why are mom and George sleeping at three in the afternoon?" Casey asked, her head bobbing as she stared over Lizzie's shoulder at the clock on her nightstand. "Are they skipping work?" Casey giggled loudly and slapped her hand to her mouth. "Sorry, I forgot to be quiet."
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Casey, it's three in the morning, and this is my room, not yours. Now what were you doing out this late?"
"I was having fun with my friends, silly!" Casey laughed and layed down on Lizzie's floor. "Nighty night!"
"Casey!" Lizzie whisper-shouted. "You can't sleep in my room! Mom will be suspicious if she finds you here. You need to get into your own bed," Lizzie said, trying to shake Casey awake, but it was too late and Casey was already fast asleep.
Now, Lizzie climbed the stairs to her bedroom, silently promising herself that if Casey came in late again, she wouldn't cover for her. But in the back of Lizzie's mind, she knew she would have to.
Just a quick opening. What do you guys think? I've been working on this idea for a while and I hope it turned out ok. I should have the next update up ASAP, as long as you guys give me some good feedback.
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