((You are a simple, teenage boy that has been letting the world pass by himself since he's gotten work to occupy himself for the summer. Your sister, Jeanne, has been talking about getting her friend over to stay the night. You hear her name's "Isabelle". You knew Isabelle once, but you only ever really talked to her. She was just this really chubby shortstack that always had an appetite. It was just the one encounter before Jeanne even knew her. She always seemed like she was eyeballing you, though... Tonight, Jeanne brought Isabelle over.))

You were just sitting in your room after working with your father all week. Well deserved rest, you liked to call it. You had been applying a bit of aloe vera to your sunburns, and you felt terrible from all your aching muscles. You were interrupted by your stepsister, Jeanne. You saw her, and as per usual, she was getting lippy. She already had a night gown on and spoke after she had gotten done looking through her phone. Isabelle had been standing right next to her, staring you down like a child staring at an anomaly while she ate a sandwich.

Jeanne: — Hey, haul ass. Isabelle's staying the night, and I ain't gonna let her sleep on the couch.

Isabelle: — ...