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From downstairs, Lindsey heard the crash of what she assumed was the sound of a fist crashing into the wall. Her assumptions were confirmed when she heard Riley yell, "Fuck!"

"Five," she called up the stairs nonchalantly.

"Shut up," he called back.

They were referring to the number of holes in Riley's bedroom wall.

"Don't do that it hurts," she replied.

"I got that."

"Then why do you keep doing it?" she asked, climbing up the stairs and into Riley's room.

"I don't know," he said.

"It usually only happens after you spend time with Peter. But you're always together. I'm starting to think you're playing for your own team," she joked. Seeing the look on her brother's face, her smile fell. "Oh my God…you're playing for your own team!"

"No I'm not," he mumbled.

"Cut the denial bullshit, it doesn't work with me. I know you too well," she began. "How long have you known?"

"Since when I met Peter," he said.

"Oh…you like Peter?" she asked.

Riley simply nodded.

"Figures," she said, earning herself a glare.

Seeing that Riley was getting uncomfortable with the topic, she asked him, "So, I take it you're going to want that Mac n' Cheese?"

"Duh," he answered.

"The whole pan?"

"What else?"

Laughing, she went downstairs and grabbed the pan and brought it upstairs, and gave it to him. She was about to ask him whether he wanted a fork or spoon, but then she saw that he was already eating it with the wooden spoon she had used to stir it.

"That's disgusting," she said. He just shrugged and continued to eat.

She laughed and shook her head. She didn't really mind. Nothing he did bothered her as much as she said it did. They didn't have as big of a sibling rivalry as they played out to have. Since their dad wasn't around and there mom was barely there, they had taken care of each other for as long as Lindsey could remember. They were the only family they had, and as much as they hated to admit it, and as much as it didn't look like it on the surface, they were very much alike.

"Ugh," Riley groaned. "I punched a hole into the wall that goes right into mom's room."

"That means you're stuck listening to her and her latest boy toy," Lindsey replied.

"Don't say that. That's gross. And no, I don't. I'm sleeping on the couch tonight," he said.

"Not much of a difference," she muttered under her breath.

She wasn't kidding. Riley didn't really have a room. It was an enlarged version of a storage closet. When they had to move out of their old house when their dad walked out, there were only two bedrooms in the place, so their mom took one and Riley didn't want Lindsey to get stuck with the closet, so he gave up the room and slept in the small closet space.

Later on, they heard a knock on the door.

"Who's that?" Riley asked.

"Probably Jordan. My boyfriend," she reminded him.

Riley groaned. "Don't say that."

"But it's so much fun," she said cheerily, "Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend!"

She left to go get her belly button pierced, as she had said earlier, leaving Riley alone.

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Later on, when she returned around midnight, Riley was still up, predictably, and their mom still wasn't home yet.

Lindsey and her boyfriend had stepped into the apartment and were about to kiss goodnight when suddenly Riley was right next to them.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"Kissing," Lindsey replied.

"No, you're not," he said.

She just glared at him.

Riley sighed. "Fine. I am going to read this section of my history book, which will take about three seconds. Go."

Keeping to his promise, their lips had barely even touched when Riley was right there saying, "Time's up."

Lindsey rolled her eyes, but hugged her boyfriend goodbye and gently shut the door as she ushered him out.

"You're so embarrassing," she told him.

Riley shrugged. "Not my fault the boy's slow."

Their mom came in shortly after, with a guy who was probably half her age attached to her arm. She didn't even acknowledge them as she ran up the stairs with her latest trick to do who knows what. Riley and Lindsey both slept downstairs that night. Yep, they had each other. But it would be nice to have someone to take care of them every once in a while.

A/N: So, they're the suckish second chapter. New chapters of Drama Central and Denial: It's Not Just a River in Egypt Anymore will be up soon, if anyone's reads those stories as well. Thanks, and please review!