The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: # 12

Pen Name: junejulyautumn

Pairing/Character(s):

Rating: T

Word Count: 479

"You'll never guess what I did on Friday night," Rachel said.

"I know what you did on Friday night. I was with you, remember?" I answered.

"Not the whole time," she said.

"Yes, the whole time. We went to that club so you could see that douchebag you've got the hots for, and we drank beer and danced to horrible music and then you came back with me and slept over at my place."

"That's not all that happened."

She's smug, or something, my sister. I'm starting to feel suspicious.

"If anything else had happened I would have seen it."

"You think?"

For God's sake. "I would know," I insist.

"You don't know everything," she says. "And don't call my boyfriend a douchebag."

"Boyfriend? Paul Lahote doesn't know you're alive!" I assure her.

"Since Friday he does," she smirks.

That's it. We grew in the same womb, so she's been around all my life and I thought I knew her inside out, but there's definitely something here that I'm not getting. And she's about to tell me exactly what it is.

"All right then," I said warily. "Friday. Yes?"

"Me and Paul - we did it."

"Did what?"

"It."

She couldn't mean - surely not - she hadn't -

"What the fuck?"

"Oh yeah," she purred.

Impossible. I was with her the whole night! Oh crap - except for that time I went to the bar and she went to the bathroom. She was gone for ages and when she came back her makeup was all touched up, so I thought she'd been in there indulging her favorite pastime, which is preening in front of the mirror.

"I'm going to fucking strangle him!" I fumed. "Right after I strangle you! Don't you have more respect for yourself than that? Don't you ask more of a guy than a quick grope and a screw in a toilet cubicle?"

"We were in the stairwell," she said, starting to look a little deflated. "He kissed me. He was sweet. He said nice things."

"Well, that makes all the difference," I drawl with deep sarcasm. "I'm sure he loves you."

"He wrote his number on my hand."

He did? "Yeah, his number. Sure."

"And his skype i-d on my other hand."

Really? "Huh."

"And he got an old store receipt from his wallet and wrote his email address on it, and folded it up small and tucked it in my bra."

Jesus. Lahote - overkill, much? Maybe he does like her. Maybe I can let him live. I mean, he's not really a douche, he's a friend of mine. I just didn't want to see my sister hurt.

"Still, Rachel - a stairwell? For your first time with him? And they say romance is dead."

"Yeah - like you've never done it, Jacob. Bella Swan - at the cinema?"

Damn. I just got pwned.