Marie couldn’t stop laughing as she walked up the stairs to the apartment she shared with Summer, the bag of chocolate and cigarettes hanging off of one of her fingers. Reaching the door she unlocked it and stepped in, ”Hey Summer I’m home!” She yelled as she kicked off her boots and set the bag and her keys on the counter before going to the fridge and getting a beer.
“I can hear that. I don’t think I wanna move.” Summer was sprawled the length of the couch, feet up, eyes mostly closed.
Marie rolled her eyes as she grabbed the bag off the counter and walked towards her sister, ”You poor thing, you look like someone threw you in front of a bus,” She snickered as she tossed the bag on Summer’s stomach.
“Ow. That’s nearly what it feels like. You, I suppose, have barely a twinge.”
Marie laughed as she moved Summer’s feet and sat down and gently rubbed them, ”Oh fuck no, I feel like someone is shooting me in the uterus from three feet away every six seconds,” She said as she looked at Summer.
“Then don’t make fun of me. You have about a million years to stop doing that.”