Moments later, Max had fallen asleep, naked in Phoebe's bed.

Mindful of the fact the others could arrive any moment, Phoebe hesitantly dressed him, boxers being the only garment of his she could get her hands on.

She managed to hover him downstairs, but in the process of putting him to bed he stirred in awakening. He didn't want her to leave, she didn't either but she had to. She eventually tucked him in, pouting and frowning when he childishly avoided her attempts to bid him with a kiss, but she did anyway, therefore prompting him to respond, in the end having her leave.

xXx

Max stirred, feeling a weight on him, including two ocular unknowns pressing down on his bare chest. It was warm and smelled good of strawberries, that much he could make out.

He opened his eyes, into another swirl of browns oddly and nearly similar to Phoebe's. The cascade of yellow to the side and a smug yet seductive smile of pink tinted lips made him identify what, or more precisely who quietly lay on top of him.

"Cherry."

"Hey handsome."

"What are you doing here?"

Cherry responded with a vehement nudge of her upper body across his chest which made him avert his gaze to her boobs that were perfectly flattened against his torso. "I can't help but feel you've been ignoring me Max."

"...I have?"

"Yes, you have."

The blonde casually ran her tongue along his cheek, entangling a leg with one of his, finding his wrists beneath the blanket and planting his warm palms on her naked bum. It didn't take long for Max to learn she was completely naked.

"That aside, a certain birdie told me you were into blondes. Is that right?"

"Yes, but-"

A delicate finger was over his lips. "No buts."

She smiled cheekily at his expression when he gasped, chancing him a well worth peck on the lips, before her hand dived beneath his boxers as she directed her mouth to his right ear for an intended whisper.

"There's an itch that only you can scratch..."

"An itch?"

"You know, the one down there, its been bothering me for quite a while now." she softly bit into his earlobe. "...that itch is my cherry, and it needs some serious popping Max."

Max knew this was sex related, oh who was he kidding, everything about Cherry basically screamed SEX! And he'd be an idiot to think he wasn't getting turned on the longer she continuously caressed his balls.

Cherry leaned back, recognising the want in his eyes, praising herself when she felt the uplift of something hard poking against her belly as she dipped her head for a sensuous lip lock, retracting with a lick of her pink lips. "Are you willing to pop my cherry?"

xXx

"This is odd."

"What's odd?"

"That blonde bimbo isn't here yet." Nora glanced at the clock on the wall, before pointing a finger toward Phoebe. "Where's your best friend?"

"I don't know." Phoebe replied. "No idea where she is,"

"What do you mean you don't know? You're always with her, how could you not have the slightest idea as to where she is?"

"Well, I had a cold, so I skipped school today."

Nora crossed her arms. "What of your perfect attendance?"

"I said I was sick."

Nora narrowed her eyes, something didn't add up, probably because Phoebe didn't appear or look sick. "Are you sure? You don't look sick to me."

"I said I was sick."

Nora clawed on what she knew first hand, that a cold, with the right prescribed medicine or homemade remedial soup could be obviated within an hour, including a flu, or a mere fever simply because their bodies were different from normal human beings, aspects such as strong immune systems being one of them.

She stalked into the kitchen, opening the fridge to regard the near empty bowl of brown soup.

"You ate my soup."

"Yes, I did."

Nora narrowed her eyes even further when she closed the fridge. She knew her sister well, and she knew Phoebe would think twice before willingly consuming something she made without asking for permission first.

A lightbulb suddenly fused on top her head as she put two and two together. If Phoebe was sick, she would have gone to school, but she didn't, even aware of the fact she'd ruin her perfect attendance, and she'd never eat the soup she used her effort to make without her solid consent.

She wouldn't eat anything I made unless someone-Her eyes widened. Neither would she skip a day of school. Phoebe never skips school! Unless something...or rather someone-

Nora clenched her jaw. This was all planned! The girl released a shallow breath, to calm her mind and purely direct her thoughts to the situation at hand. Come to think of it, I haven't seen her and Max at school either.

She pursed her lips.

Somehow, Phoebe managed to learn Max would be skipping school this specific day, she probably capitalized on the fact she was sick as justification to stay home and use that opportunity to have him dote on her, all alone, just the two of them.

They were twins, so it came natural for Max to care about Phoebe. But what Max didn't know was that Phoebe cared about him more than anything; she loved him.

That's all there is to it. Why bother going to school, knowing the opportunity to spend time alone with Max uniquely presented itself, at the cost of you sacrificing your precious perfect attendance record?

But what I want to know is what they were doing, just the two of them, having the entire house to themselves. Her cheeks suddenly flared with warmth. So many positions in so many different places. She slapped her own cheeks, composing herself. Stupid mind, obviously, she isn't that bold nor brazen to do that with Max, nonetheless have the audacity to simply kiss him.

Her sights tracked back to Phoebe who innocently cleaned the kitchen table. All I know is that they spent the day together. I can't jump to conclusions without evidence either...but they spent the day together!

Nora sighed. That was the extent of her gatherings, admittedly she knew further insight as to what happened between the two of them for the rest of the duration equivalent to school hours was limited to the only sources at hand.

Nora knew Phoebe was always the wiser, the voice of reason and protective of those she cared for, portraying her as this pure hearted innocent character. Yet all in all she lacked one quality; a backbone, which was why in Nora's eyes, Phoebe will always be the invertebrate who can't even stand up to her younger sister.

Disembarking from her thoughts, Nora recognised the humming of a Toni Braxton classic coming from Phoebe who busied herself with cleaning, a look of honest content on her face; probably because of the small victory she thinly and luckily managed to chum under her belt today.

Sparring her sister a last glance, Nora slowly marched upstairs with a soft chuckle and one raging, betraying thought coursing through her mind.

Phoebe, you cunning bitch.