“We gonna order pizza? I’m starving.”

Doug hums, digging into a bag of chips and stuffing his mouth full, glancing towards the stairs and smiling just a bit.

“Hey, uh.. is Emmie home?”

He asks, trying to seem casual as he leans back on the couch, almost jumping up like an excited dog as his friend tells him she is, his excitement lowering as he’s asked why.

“I just.. wanna see your artsy sister, man. Is that so bad?”

He huffs, getting up and almost bolting up the stairs, finding you sprawled out on your bed.

“Hey, Emmie.”