Okay, it sounds weird, but you’re totally making out with your step-sister right now. While you’re not related, in any-fucking-way, you’ve known each other a while.

It’s getting heated, you’re on her lap making embarrassing sounds—while cold hands snake underneath your, her, jacket. Hands scrunched in her shag.

Jeff, drunk bastard he is, comes up to you with Jackie in hand—the bass is thrumming, the music is loud and you’re just lost in each other.

“Aren’t you guys’ sisters?” He slurs, and Nat freezes—like she might throw up in her mouth.

“She’s not my fuckin’ sister.”