-WILLIAM-

"William! Marissa! Dinner!" comes the voice from the window.

The little girl immediately drops the stick fort she's making and pounces on her older brother. "C'mon Will!"

"I don't wanna" The boy complains, still intently focused on his little sand fort. The kids are still young, the girl being about six and the boy about eight.

"WIiiiiiiiiiiiiiilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll" The girl shakes her brother's arm incessantly. "Mom's not gonna be happy with us"

"Then you go and I'll catch up"

"No!" She clings onto his arm. "I'm staying with you."

After a couple moments of uselessly trying to shake off his sister, the young boy stands and picks Marissa up over his shoulder and trudges towards the house with her, the younger struggling and squealing the entire time in between fits of giggles.

The two Spears children absolutely adore each other. It's doubtful anyone could ever find a closer pair of siblings anywhere in the blue city. They always play together, spend nearly all their time together. They'd chase the neighbour's cat together, make snow-forts together in winter, and if either of them got in trouble, they'd both make sure they both got in trouble and shared the blame.

A little William finally throws open the door and plops Marissa down on the couch, heading over to kick off his shoes. When Marissa kicks off her shoes from the couch, she tries throwing them towards the shoe rack, but she misses miserably. The shoes rocket off the wall, knocking a painting to the ground and several other pairs of shoes before tumbling about a good three feet away from where they should be.

Marissa freaks out and grabs the painting, only to nearly drop it again.

Their mother quietly walks through the kitchen doorway into the living room at the sound of the crash, and merely sighs and shakes her head at her daughter's tearful apologies before taking the frame from her and replacing it on the wall. It's not like it was uncommon. Marissa was so terribly clumsy that she fell at least twice a day, and couldn't even drink something without slopping it on herself first by accident.

William was also clumsy, but not nearly to the same extent. After having been asked if he already required glasses, Will had vehemently shaken his head, dreading the idea of glasses even at this young age. He certainly needed them, but he wasn't going to actually admit that fact yet.

The little pair wander into the kitchen to take their seats as their mother serves them food. Today's dinner is mashed potatoes with chicken and gravy. Unfortunately, it's either William or Marissa who dislike whatever it is their mother cooks, and today it's Marissa's turn to push her plate away in disgust. She picks away at some chicken before stuffing a bunch of mashed potatoes over onto Will's plate.

"Hey!"

Marissa points a finger to her lips, with big pleading puppy eyes.

William sighs and shakes his head at his sister before eating the rest of his food before they were caught.

Moments later, their mother walks in, a bit surprised that Marissa actually ate her dinner. She walks over and ruffles her hair.

"Apple pie for dessert?"

"yeah!" Both siblings yell in unison before high five-ing each other, scrambling out from their seats and chasing each other up the stairs for first dibs on the couch to watch loony tunes.