Whit's POV

Wisty comes charging down the stairs, startling me as I was Facebuzzing Janine. "Hey you do realize we're safe here, right Wist? What's got you in such a rush?"

"Oh hey Whit. I'm heading out for a bit. Hey Janine! Whit boring you with his terrible poetry? Blink twice if you're in trouble." She just manages to dodge the noogie I threw at her, but not the arm punch. She just giggles and darts out of range.

"Nah, he decided not to torture me today. I have to point out the fact that you have, for once, dressed up. So… Who's the lucky guy?" I choked on my soda. Wisty was going out with a guy?! In this city? Is she going insane? I'm gonna kill her.

"Yeah Wisty, who are you meeting?" I ask with my eyebrows practically flying off my face. "It's not like we know very many boys. Really, the only boys we know are Sasha and Byron, and there's no way you're going to talk to Byron all dressed up like that." When I mentioned Byron, she flushed and looked away. Oh no. No way. "Wisty? Are you kidding me? You hate him. Right?"

"That's the thing, Whit. I'm not so sure anymore. I was actually going to talk to him about it." She ground her shoe sheepishly. I was staring, I'm sure of it. I could hear Janine laughing from the computer. I closed my mouth, took a deep breath, and looked my sister dead in the eye.

"Wisty, I'll let you go, if you trust him enough not to sell you out to the NO, but I will drive you there, and if you are not out within 45 minutes, without telling me what's going on, I will go all brother bear on him. Understood?"

"Yes, Whit, geeze. If he wasn't going to sell me out in that awful disguise, then he won't sell me out now. I trust him, and if he betrays that trust, we're gonna have a new pet weasel." She muttered that last part, probably contemplating just releasing him into the wild.

"Alright then, get your coat. I'll be ready in a bit, after I hang up with Janine."I go and sit back down in front of my laptop, and my girlfriend. "Sorry Janine, I guess we're gonna have to cut this date short. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Whit, lets GO! I got my jacket." Wisty called,, heading for the door. I closed my laptop, stuffed it in my bag, and grabbed my keys.