"Kylie would you get your ass out of the bathroom please, I need to shower!" Ray Barnett cried exasperatedly at his little sister who wouldn't get out of the damn bathroom. Finally the door swung open, "okay, Mr. Macho, take your shower with that girly shampoo I know you use." Ray couldn't help but laugh as his sister breezed out of the bathroom past him. The two had been living together for two years now, since their parents died when Kylie was fifteen. The only other option was to send her to some relative's they had on the west coast, but Ray just couldn't do that to his baby sister, so instead he kicked out his room mate and used his parents very generous life insurance monthly stipends to cover the missing half of the rent.
Sometimes Ray worried that his sister was too grown up for her age, too old, because she had grown up in a world that for the past two years involved mainly adults. He even dragged her to a few gigs for the first few months when she couldn't be alone.
After Ray got out of the shower, he hurriedly changed into the first tee shirt he grabbed off the pile of fresh laundry on his bed "thank you Kylie" he thought inwardly, she had a half day yesterday, and obviously got the urge to do laundry. He pulled on jeans and some boots and headed out into the kitchen where he found Kylie standing at the island in the middle of the kitchen, skimming a Spanish book and eating fruit loops. His sister was about five five, with the same dark hair and dark eyes that he possessed, today she was wearing a CBGB shirt that he swore was his, and jeans. Kylie was a funny girl, never lacking for a boyfriend, but she never seemed to care when she was single. "Spanish test?" Ray guessed, Kylie nodded, "yeah." she got out in between spoonfuls of cereal. "You study?", Kylie shrugged, "not particularly, no worries though, Spanish is easy." with that, a loud honking sounded outside the second floor apartment, "Okay, got to go, see you later, have a good day at work." Kylie shot out in rapid fire speech as she walked out the door then realized she wasn't wearing any shoes. She walked back in, "shoes might be helpful." Ray teased as she ran back into her room, and emerged hopping on one foot, trying to cram her feet into a pair of converse. With that, she put on the shoes, slipped on her back pack, "bye." they said at the same time as Kylie rushed out the door, and Ray followed close behind her.