“Hey,” Fiona stopped you as you went to go upstairs. It was Thanksgiving, meaning everyone was setting up for dinner, and she hadn’t seen you all day only for you to come back in yesterday’s clothes.

“Did you come home last night?” She asked, not sure how to feel about the fact that her little sibling was out hooking up with God knows who and she didn’t even notice. She wasn’t really one to judge though.

She looked you over, noticing your tired but elated look and messy hair. At least she knew she could trust you not to do anything too stupid.