A/N: I bring to thee the comic relief. Enjoy
Milky Way, Earth Systems Alliance Space, Arcturus Stream, Arcturus, Arcturus Station
May 4th, 2172—Earth Standard
Sky rushed by Po with curlers in her hair. He backtracked completely confused. The door shut behind her, and he shook his head, flabbergasted. He had an inkling that the curlers belonged to Manda, because he had never seen them when he was raiding Sky's room. He turned on the television, and the door opened. Sky, once again, rushed in front of him this time with shoe polish in her hand, and her hair curled.
A few minutes later, Sky walked back out again, dressed in an ironed blue blazer over a white V-neck cotton shirt, and her nice pair of jeans. Not to mention that if Po looked carefully, he could see his reflection on her polished shoes.
"I'm going out with Cal," Sky told him, dusting her blazer from invisible lint, "Be nice to Artie, okay?"
Po waved her away.
An hour later, Po was bored. His father was away on tour, Manda was busy at Arcturus University, Artie was tinkering with her new camera, and Sky was hanging out with Calleigh. And to make matters worse, his gaming console crashed.
He sighed, flipping through the channels. He stopped when he saw his older sister's favorite show, and tilted his head. The outfit the actress was wearing to her date strongly resembled the outfit Sky wore when she left the house half an hour ago. He frowned, the wheels in his head turning.
Hi eyes widened and he ran to his shared bedroom, stumbling on the way.
"Artie! Artie!"
Artemis looked up from her video camera just in time to see Po fall face first onto the ground. She giggled at his dumbfounded expression, and pointed the camera at him, recording. He rubbed his sore nose and jumped up to his sister's bed.
"I can't believe I missed this," Artie commentated, "But anyway, this is the aftermath of Apollo falling face-first onto the ground. He isn't the most interesting species out there, but he is a good comic relief, as we will no doubt see now."
"Artie! Artie!" He said with every bounce.
"Yes?" She giggled, still recording.
"Sky is on a date! With Calleigh!"
"So?"
"So?" Apollo blinked, "You knew!"
"Of course I knew," she smiled, "Sky tells me everything."
"But, but, but Calleigh…"
Artie patted her brother's slumped back, "It's okay, Po. Sky and Cal are both big girls now."
Apollo suddenly jumped from the bed, "Let's go spy on them!"
Artie blinked, lowering the camera, and gave him a blank stare, "No."
"Why not?"
"Because I respect her. She wouldn't want me to spy while she's on her date."
He returned her look, "She'll spy on yours. You do know that, right?"
He was fairly certain of his sneaking ability. When they were younger, Apollo was the only one that could sneak up on Sky, nobody else could, and he took pride in his ability. He was confident he could sneak up to her now. However he didn't count Artie and her camera into the equation.
"Can you be quiet?" he hissed once her shoe squeaked for the eleventh time.
Twelfth.
"Not my fault," Artie whispered, annoyed, trying to record everything around her while still being sneaky.
Thirteenth.
"Shh. There they are."
There were a million and one places Skylar could've picked for her date with Calleigh, but never would he have thought his sister would take her date to the shooting range. She never took him and now she was with Calleigh. He felt two parts jealous, and one part betrayed.
"Aww," Artie cooed, quietly, zooming in on the couple, "They're so cute! Look, Po, they're blushing!"
Now that she mentioned it, Sky's face did look redder than usual.
She was standing behind Cal, guiding her on how to hold a sniper rifle properly. Sky didn't let go even after Cal took a few shots, and hit all the targets. The blonde turned her head, and planted a small kiss on his older sister's cheek. Sky beamed, her face camouflaging the bright red lipstick stain Cal left.
Po was sick.
"They're so cute together," Artie grinned, "Aren't they cute, Po?"
Po stayed silent.
Cal bit her bottom lip, and tried to rub the stain off, but Sky took hold of her hand and interlocked their fingers together. The brunette's other hand lifted Cal's head. Sky leaned it—
"Po, Po!" Artie grabbed onto his sleeve and started shaking him, "They're going to kiss! They're going to kiss!"
Po gagged.
Artie let out another dreamy sigh, and Po winced.
"Can you believe it, Po?" she sighed, throwing herself onto the couch next to her brother, and replaying the scene with her camera, "Sky and Cal are dating!"
"Unbelievable," Po grumbled.
Artie tilted her head, "Are you okay?"
"Just fine."
She leaned back, "Are you upset that Sky and Cal are dating?"
"Shut up."
"You are! Is it because," she smirked, "you like Calleigh?"
"Do not!" he blushed, "Shut up!"
The door opened, and Artie, dumping her camera on the coffee table, dashed to the front door. Po sunk deeper into the couch.
"Hey, kiddies—ooff," Sky chuckled, "It's good to see you, too, Artie."
"How was the date?"
Sky walked into the living room with Artie on her back. Sky's dark brown hair was messier than usual, and her clothes were just a tad wrinkled. She also had the remnants of bright red lipstick on her lips. His sister doesn't wear lipstick.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Sky teased, "Hey, Po-Po. How's it going?"
Po shrugged.
"Is he okay?" Sky frowned, placing her sister back on the ground.
"He's jealous," Artie giggled.
"Shut up!" Po jumped from the couch, and started chasing his giggling twin sister around the house.
Sky scratched the back of her head.
