A/N: Hey guys! Just a quick note about this chapter. This is the night before Gail & Traci's breakfast date, aka during Gail's night shift. Sorry if that's confusing but I really wanted Gail to talk about dinner asap. Enjoy!
"You smell like chlorine," Holly scrunched her nose as Summer walked through her doorway.
"And you smell like formaldehyde. You want the pizza or not?" Summer waved the pizza box in the air and grabbed a roll of paper towels from the counter.
"Yes, yes, I want the pizza. Chlorine's a lovely fragrance," Holly conceded as she and Summer walked through the apartment and into Holly's bedroom. "I guess just put the box on the ground."
Summer dove into the box, ripping out a slice and taking a big bite before grabbing a paper towel, "so whataya got for me?" She said through a full mouth.
"Classy, Sum," Holly laughed "I only got home a little while ago but the stuff on the bed is up for grabs," Holly took a slice of pizza and a napkin and walked back over to her closet, taking a bite of pizza before placing it on the towel, atop her dresser.
"Hol," Summer held up a dress, looking disgusted, "why did you ever buy this?" Summer's mouth was full again.
"Hungry?" Holly chuckled.
"Starving. We did weights and distance today. Almost ate my pinky toe in the locker room. Anyways, please explain this," Summer demanded, shaking the hanger that held the bright floral maxi dress.
"Actually, I think that was Joanne's," Holly said, cringing a little.
"Ew!" Summer dropped the dress back onto Holly's bed, "why didn't you burn that, like four years ago?"
"Don't have a fireplace," Holly quipped, once again rummaging in her closet, "what about this?" Holly asked, holding up a little black dress, skeptically.
"Are you bonkers? Keep that, it's hot!"
"I don't know if it fits anymore," Holly scrunched up her face.
"When'd you buy that? University? You haven't changed since. Try it on," Summer encouraged. "Where's blondie?" Summer asked, taking another slice of pizza.
"Gail's at work, she's on the night shift today," Holly explained, shimmying into the dress.
"Okay, you're keeping that. It will get you anywhere, and fast," Summer wagged her eyebrows. "So did she sign up for this night shift because mom showed her those pictures of baby Holly in the bathtub?" Summer joked.
"No!" Holly defended, "although I did get a lot of grief about those Christmas pageant pictures."
"Holly, not all of us are lucky enough to play baby Jesus as a baby, and then manger animals as a child. Mom's so proud!" Summer squealed.
"No one wants to see my baby teeth, or my wisdom teeth. That's just gross."
"Ya go me there. But Gail was a good sport."
"Yeah, well," Holly struggled a little getting out of the dress, "I just wish mom and dad would take it easy, you know?"
"Hol," Summer's mouth was full again, "mom and dad aren't the reason your relationships end. They might expedite the process, but they're not the reason. They're not gonna scare her away."
Holly cocked her head to the side but didn't say anything.
"You better watch out, dad had your surgeon save your appendix right?"
"Shit," Summer cursed. "So what prompted this wardrobe cleanse anyways? For the record I am not complaining! I'm totally digging the hand-me-downs."
"No reason," Holly shrugged as she moved to look through her dresser drawers. "You wanna try these on? I haven't worn any of these in ages," Holly tossed some sweaters at Summer.
"Liar!" Summer had known Holly her whole life, her sister was good at most things, except for lying. "You've never been able to lie, and you still can't."
Holly exhaled dramatically, "I was, I don't know, gonna like, clear out a drawer or something..." Holly's voice trailed off at the end of the sentence.
"Hol, come here, I need you to do me favor. Slap me across the face real hard, I think I'm dreaming. Come on, get over here," Summer teased.
Holly turned around, "har har, I'm glad my love life is so funny to you. By the way, your arms are way too jacked for that sweater. It looks like an awkward three-quarter sleever."
"Whatever. You love her, don't you?" Summer asked seriously.
"YES! Fine, I do. I just, I don't know, I don't want to jinx it or something," Holly mumbled, turning away from Summer.
"Alert the press! HOLLYYYY," Summer squealed jumping up and down on Holly's bed, "you're totally in love with her! O-M-G. Am I finally gonna have a cool sister? Some adorable nieces and nephews? Ya know, I'm like the perfect age to be the super cool aunt! I'm maid of honor right?" Summer continued jumping on the bed.
"Slow down Anderson Cooper, I've only known her for a few months. Plus, you already have a cool sister," Holly protested, as Summer stopped jumping, and dropped to her butt on the bed.
"You're not so bad I guess," Summer laughed.
"You look ridiculous. Where's my phone?" Holly quickly snapped a picture of Summer.
Summer struggled to get the sweater off and over her head, "okay, but seriously, all joking aside, Hol, this is really good. You totally love her. Plus I like Gail. She's cool," Summer finally got the sweater over her head, and shucked it off her arms.
"Woah! Can you say that again? I want to record it and send it Ev. Did Summer Stewart actually say she likes someone I'm dating?" Holly placed her hand on her chest, acting overly shocked.
"Don't go nuts killer. I've liked your girlfriends before," Summer acted insulted, as if what Holly said was preposterous.
"Name one," Holly challenged.
"Um..." Summer tried to think back to one of Holly's girlfriends that she genuinely liked. It's not that she disliked them all, but she really didn't actually like them usually.
"Wrong answer, I've never dated, nor met, anyone named 'Um'," Holly said victoriously.
"Hey can I try on those jeans?" Summer asked, changing the subject.
"Hell no, my legs look amazing in those. Plus they'd never fit over your legs."
"RUDE?!"
"What? You're jacked. My pant size dropped at least three sizes when I graduated and stopped playing soccer and swimming. I was finally able to stop wearing jeans ten times too large for my waist."
"Ugh!" Summer flopped back onto the bed.
"Hey, watch it. You're gonna pizza sauce all over my sheets."
"Oh shit. Do we have to like Clorox this place for Gail?" Summer sounded guilty and looked around the room.
"No," Holly laughed, "she just can't eat tomatoes. Speaking of tomatoes, how's Derek?" Holly asked with a sly smile.
"You mean Drew? Yeah that's like so over, for like a while now. He had zero sense of humor. We were only together for like three weeks. Keep up Hol."
Summer went over to the pile of clothes Holly had put aside to get rid of. They spent another hour or so having silly fashion shows for each other, and just chatting. Holly was worried about Summer after Dov picked her up, but at least she knew her baby sister was still her baby sister. Maybe she would open up to her soon.
"Alright, I should probably get going, I've got mountains of readings to do and conditioning in the A.M."
"I do not miss homework," homework was the worst.
"Evans gonna be so jealous when I tell him that you didn't offer him dibs on your clothes." This caused both of them to burst into laughter. "So, have you told her?" Summer asked seriously.
"Told who, what?" Holly asked skeptically. She was pretty sure what she knew what Summer was getting at, but she wasn't going to take that chance.
"Gail. Duh. That you love her. Duh." Summer rolled her eyes. Holly wasn't really that clueless.
"Not yet," Holly said, looking around the room chewing on her bottom lip. Honestly, she was worried about scaring Gail off.
"Well you better, or I will," Summer winked at Holly as she walked out of Holly's apartment.
A/N: So the reason this took so long was because I wrote some parts of the next couple chapters after I started this one. Good news though is that the next couple might update more quickly! Let me know what you guys think!
