Phantom Fears

"Hey Rachel."

Jordan entered the kitchen, with a nonchalant expression on her face. She casually passed by Rachel to snag an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. Only on her way out did she look at her older sister, who currently had an angry scowl etched across her face.

"It was you, wasn't it?"

Jordan looked at her innocently, "Sorry sister, I'm afraid I have no clue as to what you're referring to."

"You ate my leftovers! My coconut shrimp leftovers! Admit it!" She accused, mercilessly stabbing a finger at the younger girl.

Jordan pushed her hand away, "Excuse me, but NO, for the LAST TIME, it wasn't me!"

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"Because I HATE that STUPID shrimp that you LOVE so MUCH!"

Rachel nodded, considering this for a moment, "Well, you could have done it just to get at me…."

"Rachel, are you crazy?" Jordan laughed at her sister's antics.

Rachel's shoulders twitched ever so slightly. It was hardly noticeable, but Jordan saw it.

"Not everyone is out to get you," she tried, joking again.

Rachel's eyes glistened slightly. Jordan didn't know what was up, but knew when her sister was upset and she decided to change the subject.

"I didn't eat your shrimp Rachel. I couldn't choke down that puke-tastic stuff even if I wanted to."

Rachel scoffed halfheartedly, "You have no taste when it comes to good food."

Jordan smiled inwardly, liking the fact the she was able to cheer up her sister, and distract her, if only momentarily, from what, in Jordan's opinion, were phantom fears. Rachel would never tell her if something was bothering her. She simply wasn't the kind of person who did that. Sure, Rachel would listen to Jordan's troubles and school drama with her full attention. And she would be there to give good advice and even make a joke about drop-kicking someone to get a laugh from her sister. But Rachel dealt with Rachel's problems.

Jordan smirked, "Well if what you call good taste is eating old, moldy, disgusting, ecoli-harbouring food, than I'd rather have no taste at all thank you."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "What do you know?"

"I know you could have gotten sick after eating the last "leftovers" that had been incubating in the fridge for who knows how long."

"Just stay away from my shrimp Jordan. Or else."

Rachel couldn't stop from smiling a small smile, which totally ruined the effect that the threat was intended to have.

Jordan laughed as well as saluted in half-hearted sarcasm, "M'am, yes m'am!"