A familiar yellow van whipped around the corner of Emily's street; loud reggae music announcing their arrival as it jerked to a stop in front of a blue house. Argyle had come here all the time when they were both kids. He liked to joke that he and Emily were: 'kicking it together; in their own wombs respectively, of course'.

What he meant was that their mothers had made quick friends in their lamaze classes, being the only single mothers in the group. They practically grew up together; their moms going to the other's house and bringing their respective child to play with the other as they complained about men and how their own mothers were pestering them to find someone to be a father.

Time had made them grow apart over the years, nothing bad had happened. Emily just figured they made other friends with vast differences in interests, and that he probably grew out of their friendship… that is until he found out she started smoking.

Granted, she hadn't started until about a year before Jonathan moved. He was happy they had something to at least break the ice a little after years of not talking. She was always nice to him about it, but something about her not addressing the gap bothered him.

When he was re-introduced to her as his best friend's half sister, he said it was like hearing you were starting to befriend the entire family. He and Emily had laughed and explained everything when Jonathan hadn't quite gotten it, involuntarily making him feel stupid. They quickly made him feel better though; joking about how they can skip all the formalities and just sesh whenever they wanted.

Jonathan was extremely relieved that his half sister didn't turn out like their father. In fact, she had gotten the better half of her parents it seemed; just like him. Her mother was loving and caring, always cooking for the three of them when they hung out at her place and driving them around if she knew they had just smoked. She was a cosmetologist, and jumped at any opportunity to do anything but blonde perms. Her enthusiasm for the unusual only blossomed as she watched her daughter grow more and more alternative over the years, eagerly encouraging her to experiment with her hair from a very young age. She looked like the spitting image of her mother when she was her age (except for maybe her hair), and she even liked a lot of the music he liked. So really, she was nothing like Lonnie at all.

He remembered the first time she had brought one of her own mixtapes to a sesh. His eyes wide as he heard The Cramps, Bowie and The Smiths mixed with Siouxie and The Banshees, The Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus and The Cure; just to name a few. He was pleasantly surprised by how alike they were as they got to know each other over the next few months he had spent in California. Argyle would poke fun at them, calling them the Byers twins (even though they were several months apart) and making fun of their music to get a rise out of the both of them; calling it mopey and depressing, making them both go into a long-winded rant about what real music was.

Argyle stared at the house for a minute, his eyes hooded like they always were in the California sun. "What time did she say to pick her up, dude?" Jonathan glanced at the house, looking around his friend's curtain of hair. "Eleven… No way I'd forget that." He muttered the last part to himself absentmindedly, hoping Argyle hadn't caught it.

He glanced at the radio; 11:30.

"We're late, man." He turned to Jonathan in the passenger seat. "Does she think we ditched her?" He couldn't help the worry in his voice from pouring out. He'd still felt bad about how long it had taken them to reconnect. They were so close when they were kids, then out of nowhere they had just stopped talking to each other in middle school; right after he had inconveniently developed a crush on her. They barely even talked about it now, making him feel like she didn't care enough about him to address it.

"She probably thinks I hate her, man… a-and I bet she thinks the only reason we're even friends is because she buys from me, and now I'm super tight with her half brother who she literally just met like six months ago, so it's not like she's gonna wanna do anything to immediately tick you off-"

"Dude, calm down. Take a minute and just breathe… jeez…" Jonathan sighed sympathetically, passing him the joint and raising his eyebrows in encouragement. "I'm sure she doesn't think that. You're the most genuine person I have ever met, man… She knows you… She knows you probably better than I do; to be honest." He felt a little guilty, blaming him for knowing his sister longer than he did.

Argyle looked up quickly at that, smoke streaming from his nostrils before replying. "I wouldn't say that, man…"

Jonathan's eyes darted from the house, to his friend's face.

"Noooo…." He trailed off; his voice a bit higher than normal as he looked worriedly back at the house, remembering the time they were all supposed to go to the pit together but he and Argyle had ended up falling asleep after a particularly heavy sesh.

His brow furrowed in thought as he stared at the house with Argyle. "Maybe you should go check on her… just to be safe?" He nodded a bit frantically, quickly opening the door of the van and hopping out.

"I'll be right back dude." He called over his shoulder as he jogged towards the house; his hair flipping over his shoulder as he turned.

It was a Tuesday, which meant Emily's mom was at work until 7 that night. She had said she'd leave the front door unlocked; in case they needed the bathroom before they left. Sure enough, when he went to turn the door knob; the door swung open with a soft tap as it hit the wall inside.

"Hello? Emily?" He called into the house, stepping over the threshold and closing the storm door behind him. He looked around the empty living room, trying to find the music floating through the house. Clicking his tongue in thought, the dark television and empty sofa stared back at him as he tried to listen to where it was coming from. The song playing faded, allowing some quiet for him to hear the whirring of the bathroom fan. As the next song played, he turned towards the hallway leading up to the bathroom. She probably can't hear over the fan…

He walked quietly up to the door, suddenly afraid that maybe he had caught her mother on her lunch break. It'd happened a few times before, since they lived so close to the salon it was easy for her to come home for some food; there were multiple occasions where he'd offered her a dime bag before noticing who he was talking to. But as he approached, he could see the door was slightly ajar, just wide enough to see the mirror over the sink… and… was that… Emily Byers… completely naked?

He stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw slackening as he watched her slide a black thong over her plump ass. "Holy shit…" He breathed, blinking harshly to make sure he was awake; unable to look away as she shimmied into a pair of jeans. His eyes devoured everything they could; the curve of her ass, the way her thighs strained against the rips in her jeans when they flexed, the bob of her breasts with each movement she made, the softness of her stomach sticking out just above her waistband.

He could feel his heart beat in his dick as she bent over to brush her damp hair into a hair tie; the whale tail of her thong peeking above her jeans at the small of her back. He bit back a moan as she straightened again, the swell of her ass folding over the base of her thigh as she shifted her weight to the other foot. He knew he should stop, tried even; but he couldn't. He'd had dreams like this, and couldn't believe it was actually happening; like if he stopped looking, he'd wake up.

She stood up and turned towards the mirror now, fully revealing her breasts as she wound her hair into a messy bun; her breasts moving gently as she danced to the music. His pants strained against his growing arousal as he noticed some tattoos he hadn't seen before; his eyes stopping when he noticed something else he'd previously only speculated about. Are those… piercings…? He took a step closer without thinking; his feet moving at the command of his much smaller head, and panicking very quickly when he stepped on the house's squeakiest floor board.

"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck!" He screamed-whispered to himself as he spun around and ran as quietly as he could through the house, shutting the door painfully slowly before running back to the van.

"Shitshitshitshitshit SHIT DUDE!" He ran frantically for the van, collapsing on the door and leaning into the window as Jonathan worriedly stared at him.

"What man? What?!" He asked, confusion setting into him as Argyle panted. His eyes were wide as he opened the door, quickly climbing into the back and reaching for the bong he kept back there; praying to the universe that he had calmed down enough so Jonathan couldn't see the embarrassment between his legs.

"Dude, I can't wait to smoke right now man. I'm fucking freaking out man!" He replied, frantically scrambling for the grinder and packing a bowl.

"What happened, man? You're freaking me out." Jonathan turned to the back, watching as Argyle filled the chamber and cleared it. He exhaled slowly, shaking his head nervously as he coughed and the smoke curled around him.

"I saw your sister man…" He smiled and laughed sarcastically in between coughs; not a trace of humor on his face. His eyes opened wildly as he stared at the empty pizza boxes behind the seats as he psyched himself up. "... I saw your sister naked, dude."

"You what?!" Jonathan looked at him incredulously, almost lunging to the back of the van before remembering what he had told him roughly a month ago.

"Look man, it's not like I was planning on sneaking a peek at her on purpose! I really like her, and this could really fuck things up, man!" He yelled back, taking another rip as Jonathan tried to calm him down.

"I-I know, that's not what I-" But he was already talking again, speeding through his thoughts as he stared frantically at the blankets on the floor.

"It's bad enough she already thinks I'm an idiot. Now she's gonna think I'm a perv for watching her get dressed. How do you come back from that, man?!" Jonathan opened his mouth to answer, about to tell him she didn't think he was an idiot.

"You don't, dude!" and closed it. "You curl up and die of fucking embarrassment because you couldn't stop listening to your dick; that's what you do man!" He cleared the chamber again, this time exhaling more slowly as he leaned back into the pillows and Surfer Boy shirts balled up in the back corner.

He looked defeated, slumped over and staring miserably at the shifter of the van as Jonathan climbed in back with him. He took a seat next to him, patting his shoulder sympathetically before speaking.

"You done?" He paused, looking at Argyle. "Feel better now that it's out?" He nodded quietly in response, passing him the bong.

"Let's go over this then." Jonathan started, using the lighter to move the burnt flower to the side so he could get a cleaner hit. "You saw my sister- the girl you've been pinning after since middle school-... naked…" He lit the bowl and took a rip. "None of us can do anything about that now." He said, holding his breath as he spoke. He coughed a little as he exhaled, trying to keep himself in Argyle's point of view so he could help him instead of getting irritated with him.

He nodded slowly again, his eyes far off as he listened. "Do you know if she saw you?" He looked up from his slouched position, not giving a definite answer. "Argyle…?"

He licked his lips, looking around the van for anything to make him feel better. His hand stopped on the joints in his pocket he'd rolled earlier for when Emily joined them. "She… she had music playing…" He finally said, nodding to reassure himself as Jonathan clapped his shoulder. "So there's hope." He smiled at him, hoping it would make him feel better.

"I-i don't know if it was loud enough though, man."

"Well, let's say it wasn't: if she sees this van across the street; we're probably gonna find out she knows real quick."

Almost as if on cue, the side sliding door opened; revealing Emily in dark ripped jeans, black converse and a DIY'd bleach-tie-dyed Depeche Mode tank. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of her head, revealing her buzzed sides; one of which had a green spider web dyed into it.

"Did you guys start without me?" She asked in mock shock before throwing her purse into the van; quickly following after it as her sneaker clunked into the step. "You better not have smoked it all." She continued playfully, sliding the door closed behind her and sitting on her legs in front of them. Argyle stared at her for a moment; suddenly overcome with the image of her sitting on his face like that, wondering dreamily how soft her thighs were. Jonathan jabbed his side; clearing his throat with a mock pained expression.

"We would never." He said as Argyle struggled to sit up and cobble a sentence together; his mind hazy with how badly he wanted to kiss her… her lips, her legs, her breasts, her thighs... fuck, he wanted to kiss her thighs... anywhere she'd let him, really.

"Nah, Lady Byers. We totally paced ourselves." He finally spoke as he fished one of the joints out of his shirt pocket with a flourish and wiggle of his eyebrows. Emily smiled at his showmanship, and leaned up onto her knees towards him with a chuckle. Her shirt hanging just low enough for him to see the black lace of her bra.

"That's a first." She grinned at him as she plucked the joint from him; her fingers lightly grazing his knuckles and sending shocks all through his body.

She placed it between her lips; the wetness of them sticking to the rolling paper as she rummaged through her pockets for a lighter. Her hips pushed up into the air as she leaned up against the back of the seats so she could fully access them. Argyle swallowed a moan as he watched her a little too intently. Jonathan slapped his arm when Emily wasn't looking, giving him a stern look. He barely even noticed.

"You guys got a-?" Before she could even finish, Argyle quickly flicked the Bic in his hands and held it steady for her without a word; his eyes glued to her mouth as she thanked him with an awkward chuckle. She looked down at the joint and hoped he didn't see the blush quickly deepening on her face, but he hardly noticed anything but her lips around the filter.

She placed her hand around the flame, blocking the wind from the open windows as her fingers brushed his again to guide him into place. He swallowed hard as he watched her suck the flame from the twisted end into the bud inside; her cheeks hollowing as she inhaled. He panicked internally as he thought about her sucking his dick, his pants quickly feeling tighter than normal.

He got up suddenly and loudly clapped his hands together, making both her and Jonathan jump. "Alright dude and dudette! Let's get this show on the road! I'll drive." He announced hurriedly, trying desperately to think about anything that wouldn't make him hard as he awkwardly slid past Emily to the drivers seat.

Emily glanced at Jonathan, her brows furrowed before gesturing to Argyle's back as he started the van. 'What's up with him?' She mouthed silently, smoke pouring from her mouth. Jonathan shrugged and caught a worried look from Argyle in the rearview mirror. 'Bad food.' He mouthed back, hoping that would be enough. She raised her brows in understanding, satisfied with his answer as a plume of smoke released from her lips.

"What took you so long? You said to pick you up at 11." Jonathan quickly changed the subject as he looked at the clock on the radio: 11:50.

Emily rolled her eyes as she took another drag. "You guys are always late. What time did you get here? 11:20?" She strained through the smoke, holding it in her throat as she practiced blowing smoke rings.

"11:30, actually…" Jonathan muttered, feeling bad for being so predictably irresponsible. She passed the joint to him with a cock of her eyebrow silently telling him 'told ya so', before continuing.

"I took a few minutes to take a shower, since I knew I had the time." Argyle made a strained noise from the front, making Jonathan inhale again unexpectedly and causing him to cough harder than he intended; sputtering as the smoke spilled from his mouth. He held the joint up to Emily, shaking his head as she looked at him worriedly. At least she was distracted…

"I'm fine." He managed in between coughs. "Just inhaled a scooby snack." He wheezed, pounding his chest as his sister rubbed his back.

"Jesus man, take it easy." She responded, making sure he at least wasn't coughing as violently before walking on her knees up to the passenger seat. She turned toward Argyle placing the joint delicately in between his lips. Argyle had been focusing on the road so closely, he didn't notice until her fingers grazed his bottom lip. It took everything he had not to let his head follow her touch as she pulled away.

"Thanks, dudette…" Was all he managed to get out, his face burning as he refused to look away from the road. She didn't seem to notice the slight whimper to his voice as she turned back to Jonathan. Argyle shot him another panicked look into the mirror as he inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs before blowing it out the window.

"So, what's the plan? Bowie?"