"Daisy!" Melinda yelled. "Breakfast!"
"You waste your time and voice by yelling." Jemma commented.
"Well, go wake her then." Melinda shot.
"Alright." Jemma submitted and got up and journeyed to her sister's room. She knocked lightly three times before entering. "Daisy?"
Daisy turned to face Jemma, however, she was still asleep.
"Daisy! Wake up!" She yelled as she walked up to the girl and shook her. "School is a place we have to go!"
Daisy jolted up to see Jemma standing over her.
"What is your problem?!" Daisy exclaimed, stifling a yawn. "I'm sure there are easier ways to wake me up."
"I'm sorry but it's getting late and you need to wake up." Jemma remarked.
"What's the rush to get to school anyway?" Daisy asked, sitting up. "It's not like you're not going to see Fitz any later than normal."
To this, Jemma's face became flushed with embarrassment. "How rude!"
"Want to talk about rude, what about barging into my room and yelling and shaking me awake?!" Daisy shot.
"What you said was totally uncalled for!" Jemma argued.
"Well, you're acting like you don't know just how precious sleep is," Daisy commented. "You're the one who always says sleep is very important and needed, yet you always want to drag me out of it!"
"You sleep too late!" Jemma voiced.
"Maybe because I appreciate the needed sleep and I'm not in a rush to see a boy!" Daisy expressed which made Jemma chilly pepper red.
"Girls!" Melinda exclaimed from the door. "That's Enough! Jemma, go finish eating, Daisy, go wash up and come and get your breakfast. No more arguing from you two."
"Yes, Māmā." Daisy said as she got up out of her bed, passing Jemma and her mother.
"You are too easy on her!" Jemma cried.
"Jemma, your sister just isn't as excited about school as you are." Melinda explained. "Sure, you both have your reasons and your special places but try to understand how Daisy feels. For the past few weeks now, she's been in some tight uncomfortable situations. She doesn't want to retaliate against them because of the consequences that may follow."
"That may be but that doesn't give her the right to be a brat," Jemma complained. "It's not fair."
"I know honey," Melinda gave her a supportive smile. "It'll all work out. Go finish your breakfast."
Breakfast was intense. The glares that were being exchanged between Daisy and Jemma had enough electricity to power a neighborhood. It didn't help much that Phil wasn't around to cheer up his daughters. Melinda sighed as she eyed the two girls.
"Dais?" She called.
"Yes, Māmā." Daisy sighed.
"Why so grumpy this morning?" She asked.
"It's nothing." Daisy replied.
"You may be good at lying but you can't lie to me; I know all of your traits." She pointed out.
"I'm just stressed about school!" Daisy cried; her tears slow. "I can't take it anymore! The tide has been a problem and sure, you dealt with it in a sense but it's only been worse!"
"Well, maybe if you opened up earlier, we could have found a solution." Jemma added.
"What would you have done, Jem?!" Daisy shot. "If you were Bobbi, maybe, but you're Jemma!"
"Well, I'm sorry that you think so low of me that you can't talk to me about your problems!" Jemma commented. "And Bobbi is such a big role model. I'm sure you'd prefer having her as a sister instead. A shame really that you got stuck with me instead!"
"Yeah!" Daisy agreed. "Maybe I do prefer her!"
"Girls!" Melinda intervened. "You two have been at each other's throats all morning."
"She started it!" Daisy pointed.
"I? I'm sure it was you!" Jemma retaliated.
"ENOUGH!" Melinda slammed her hands on the table. "Not another word. What I'm about to say better not cause another argument out of you two. The both of you better learn to get along because from today you will be sharing a room."
"What?!" Jemma exclaimed.
"Why?!" Daisy questioned.
"Bobbi is moving in for a while by request of her mother." Melinda explained.
"Daisy should share the room with her role model then; not with me." Jemma remarked to which Melinda glared at her causing her to flinch.
"When is Bobbi coming?" Daisy asked.
"Should be arriving sometime soon." Melinda replied. "You will see her after school. Now go get ready and grab your lunch so I can get you both to school."
As they complied, Melinda sighed while looking at an old family picture of her and her sister and her parents.
"Daisy and Jemma reminds me of how we were." She whispered.
Sometime Later
School
"Jemma? Jemma? Jemma?" Fitz called, waving his hand in front of her face. "Jem?"
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" She woke from her daze.
"Are you alright?" He asked. "Ms. Weaver wanted your attention."
"Why wouldn't I be alright?" She whispered as she turned to see Ms. Weaver heading towards her.
"You have been daydreaming." Fitz worded. "You never daydream, well not so deep anyway."
"I see." She replied right when Ms. Weaver got to her.
"Jemma, are you alright?" Ms. Weaver asked. "You seem a little distracted today."
"I'm sorry ma'am." She apologized. "I'll be just fine from here on out."
"It's okay Jemma." Ms. Weaver smiled. "I was just a little concerned. Well, get on with your work."
As Weaver walked away, Fitz looked over at Jemma, "What's really wrong?"
"Daisy and I have been arguing all morning and I'm just worried about her." She explained.
"That's understandable." He smiled as gave her a comforting hand. "Let's finish taking these notes and then at lunch, you can go check up on the little monkey."
"Raina, I'm telling you, I'm sure Jemma doesn't want to see me!" Daisy expressed as she stood at her locker. "She probably hates my guts right now."
"I'm sure she doesn't!" Raina argued. "Siblings usually have disputes like these."
"You speak as if you understand what having a sibling is like." Daisy commented. "Sure they forgive each other but right now, I really hurt Jemma and she will not want to see me. I kinda told her that I rather she be someone else."
"All it takes is for you to do is to go up to her and say sorry." A voice from behind the girls said.
As Daisy turned, she became elated. "Bobbi! What are you doing here at my school?"
"I got enrolled here today." She smiled. "Hunter too."
"No way!" Daisy hugged her cousin. "Raina, meet my older cousin, Barbara Morse, but everyone calls her Bobbi. Bobbi this is my neighbor and best friend, Raina Johnson."
After they said hi to each other, Bobbi turned to Daisy.
"Heard that Lydon been giving you some problems." She stated. "If I handle it, he won't be a problem anymore."
"No, Bobbi, I can't ask you to help this time." Daisy sighed. "It's complicated."
"It's complicated because Lydon is not the full root of the problem. Taking him down isn't really beneficial to you." Bobbi pieced. "All I want was a little chat with him though. I just need to know why he targets you."
"You will just make it worse." Daisy voiced.
"You never know." She smiled. "To besides, how will he know who I am? I know just how to get into a system and figure out what makes it tick from the inside."
"Does Jemma know you're here as yet?" Daisy sighed changing the subject.
"No, not as yet." She answered. "Why?"
"Well, I don't know if she'll be happy to see you because of me." Daisy held her head down. "I kinda told her that I rather have you be my sister."
"Dais, I'm sure this morning was intense but I don't think that would make Jemma any less happy to see me." She smiled. "Jemma's not that bad with jealousy, well not from what I remember anyway."
"Jemma was extremely upset this morning." Daisy commented.
"Daisy, I have it under control." She chuckled. "And it's unavoidable; I am kinda in Jemma's class."
"How?" Daisy questioned but then remembered that her mother could've been the reason. "Oh, never mind."
The Coulson's
"So Melinda, you and Phil keeping good?" Her sister asked.
"Well, as good as can." Melinda smiled. "You know, you can always call, right?"
"We're both operating on busy days most of the time." She expressed. "Put that with Bobbi and that Lance Hunter all over the place, it's a mess."
"Speaking of Hunter, you think he came along?" Melinda questioned.
"Honestly, yes I do." She admitted. "I'm pretty sure Bobbi told him that I decided it was best for her to move down here for a while."
"Well, if anyone can handle the problem of Lance Hunter, better believe I can." Melinda smirked.
"Sounds good. Well, I guess I'm heading back home now Melinda." She smiled.
"Thanks for coming, although it was pretty short Melissa." Melinda replied, walking her sister to the door. "I'll take care of your Barbara, don't worry."
"I bid you good luck in keeping her out of trouble." She chuckled. "You may have a way to do that. Rumor has it, your little flower is similar."
"Just what's that supposed to mean?" Melinda shot.
"Always in some sort of trouble." She answered. "Don't act like she's like Jemma who clearly has Phil's passive side."
"You act like being passive is such a bad thing!" Melinda defended. "My babies can both defend themselves even if they take different approaches to get it done and I'm hella proud of both of them."
"Jemma is one of a kind but a warrior like us, no." She smirked.
"How dare you talk about my baby like she's not apart of this family?!" Melinda angrily remarked. "This is why we haven't had a family reunion in years because it always ends with you having something negative to say about my girls."
"I'm tired of you always blaming me for ruining the reunions because as far as I'm concern, it is your fault because you overreact about everything and it always ends up in an argument!" She responded.
"You can't be serious!" Melinda growled. "You're the one who always starts ev- ... You know what, let's not argue. We sound like Jemma and Daisy when they argue."
"It's a sibling thing." She chuckled. "I'm sorry Melinda, thank you for keeping Bobbi for me."
"You're welcome." Melinda smiled.
Back At School
"Hey, Jemma." Bobbi greeted.
"Bobbi! Oh my!" Jemma exclaimed. "What are you doing at my school right now?"
"Attending," Bobbi answered. "Oh, I'm in your class by the way. We should have biology right about now, right?"
"Really?" Jemma couldn't believe what she was hearing. "That's amazing. We do have biology now."
"Where is Fitz?" Bobbi question.
"Fitz has electrical and technological engineering class," Jemma explained. "It's kinda a new branch course and it's meant to help with the Science projects for the Science Fair. Knowing you, Hunter is also here, right?"
"Right you are." Bobbi smiled. "I believe he somehow managed to make sure that he ends up in whatever class Fitz is doing. You can say he just wants to make sure that he can do courses where he will get someone to help him get that 'A'."
"Who can blame him for trying to score big or at least getting in a class with someone you know can help you understand." Jemma chuckled.
"Heard you and Daisy had a bad fight this morning." Bobbi said. "Daisy is pretty torn up about it right now. She thinks you hate her."
"Is she?" Jemma had a sympathetic look on her face. "Oh dear, I better go find and talk to her."
"Well, hurry if you want to be early for class." Bobbi rushed. "You probably have a perfect early record."
"I can ruin that perfect record, that I do have, for my little sister." Jemma smiled. "She's probably freaking out and hurt on the inside. Did she tell you anything that would be strange, other than the fact that she thinks I hate her?"
"She told me that you probably wouldn't be happy to see me." Bobbi replied. "Something about her saying that she wishes I was her sister instead."
"I really better go talk to her." Jemma sighed. "I will be back in a bit."
As soon as Jemma was about to walk off to find Daisy, her teacher appeared by the classroom.
"Good afternoon, Jemma." Ms. Chandle greeted. "And you, you must be Barbara. Your aunt told me to expect you."
"Hi there." Bobbi smiled.
"Hi, Ms. Chandle." Jemma voiced. "Before you start your class, could I be excused for a few minutes? I have a very important family matter to deal with concerning Daisy and I didn't see her at lunch."
"Sure thing, Jemma." Ms. Chandle smiled. "You're always early and your work is great. Add that to the fact that you're currently ahead of the class due to reading ahead. You can go right ahead and take the necessary time you need to take to deal with the problem. I hope all goes well."
"Thank you, ma'am." Jemma smiled and began her journey to Daisy. "Bobbi, keep my things safe and you can use my notes to catch up."
"Excuse me, Mr. Randolph, May I borrow Daisy from your class?" Jemma asked the professor.
"Sure, Jemma." He replied as he signaled Daisy to go to Jemma.
After joining Jemma outside, Daisy looked at her apologetically.
"Jemma, I am so so so sorry for what I said this morning." Daisy apologized. "I wasn't really thinking and I hurt your feelings and I don't deserve your forgiveness nor do I deserve to be your little sist-"
Jemma embraced Daisy tightly who began to cry.
"It's okay," Jemma comforted. "We say stupid things sometimes that we don't mean. Regardless, that will never stop me from loving you or being your sister."
"Don't forgive me!" Daisy cried. "I really don't deserve it."
"Dais, you were upset and I was wrong as well." Jemma hugged Daisy into her chest. "Sure, we said somethings that were uncalled for but that doesn't make you any less worthy of my love and forgiveness. Daisy I forgive you and I love you."
"I love you too, Jem." Daisy cried even more.
"I know you do, Dais." Jemma rubbed her back. "I know you do."
Coulson's House
Long After
"Hey Mom." Jemma greeted.
"Hey Mā." Daisy followed.
"Good evening, aunt Melinda." Bobbi spoke.
"Hey girls, how were your days?" Melinda addressed.
"It was good." They said unanimously.
"Great," Melinda responded. "Does that mean no more fighting and you made peace with each other?"
"Yeah." Daisy smiled. "I'm sorry for the way we behaved this morning Māmā."
"Well, at least now everything is good." Melinda concluded.
"So, you know what time dad'll be home?" Jemma asked.
"Well, he should be back just after dinner." Melinda answered. "Daisy, go gather your stuff and move it into Jemma's room and help Bobbi get settled. Jemma, go help your sister."
As the girls complied, Melinda turned to her niece with a smile.
"So Bobbi, how good is your Mandarin?" She asked.
"Nǐ gàosù wǒ" (你告诉我) [You tell me.] Bobbi replied.
"Bùcuò, dàn tā kěyǐ shǐyòng yī diǎndiǎn gōngzuò" (不错,但它可以使用一点点工作) [Not bad but it could use a little work] She smiled.
"I'm pretty sure it's still better than Phil's." Bobbi joked.
"There is no lie there." Melinda laughed. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." Bobbi hugged her.
A little after everything was done and during dinner, a certain sound alerted Daisy.
"Daddy's home!" she squealed.
"Not so loud Dais," Jemma spoke. "And not at the table please."
Daisy pouted. "Don't be a killjoy."
"Girls, please don't start arguing again," Melinda said. "I'm glad that Phil's finally back. Daisy reaction is pretty much how I feel on the inside."
As Phil entered, he was hit with a lovely aroma.
"Good evening, who cooked?" He asked as his eyes finally landed on the extra person. "Oh, hey Bobbi. Didn't expect to see you here."
"Hey." Bobbi waved. "Who said anything about cooking? We bought Chinese. Yours is in the fridge."
"Thank you." He said as he ventured into the kitchen to put his food to warm. "How did your days go?"
"Fun." Bobbi and Daisy said at the same time.
"It was good." Jemma stated.
"My day was pretty much okay." Melinda spoke. "Had to deal with my sister and the girls were fighting this morning so that was pretty much that."
"Fighting? How bad?" Phil asked.
"It wasn't that bad." Jemma voiced.
"Yeah, we're both good." Daisy chuckled. "A minor dispute."
"It as bad enough for me to raise my voice." Melinda admitted.
"Is that so?" Phil washed his hands and took his now warmed food to the table. "Well, what was it a justifiable fight?"
"eh... " Jemma expressed.
"It was a..." Daisy nervously chuckled.
"It was justifiable to a certain extent." Melinda responded.
"Really?" Phil pressed.
"Not really, but, I think they both just handled what was bothering them diffently and that caused the arguments." Melinda explained. "That's where I think it's justifiable to a certain extent."
"Well, Bobbi, how long are you staying for?" he asked.
"I don't know. It'll be a while. My mom made me move here and enrolled me into the same school as Jemma and Daisy." Bobbie answered. "So, get used to me being around."
"Then does that mean that H-" he started before there was a knock at the door. "I'll get that."
As Phil opened the door, he saw a teen boystanding on the door map.
"Good evening Mr. Coulson." the boy said.
"Lance Hunter," Phil voiced. "Why am I not surprised? I guess you can't get Bobbi without getting you."
