Chapter 2
Chapter Two
LOUISA
The interesting thing about moving back in with my sister after five years apart is that not much has changed. B started moving in her crap this morning, and I'm already questioning my decision. While I am neat, organized, and focused, B is messy, chaotic, and scatterbrained.
"How do you have this much shit?"
"Mom and Dad made me take all my stuff out of my bedroom at home so they could turn it into a library."
"They also had me clean out my room when I graduated last year. And you know what I did? I sorted through everything and got rid of what I didn't need."
She drops a box of what looks like yarn and shoots daggers at me. "Not all of us are as type A as you, Lou. I'm sentimental.”
Reaching into the box she just dropped, I pick up a half-crocheted dishcloth. "And what sentimental value does this hold?"
She flinches when I throw it back into the box as if I just slammed a door on her heart. Her eyebrows scrunch together, and her lips press tight together. She really is quite the drama queen at times.
Deep down, I know that my type A ways drive her just as crazy as her chaos drives me crazy, so learning to live together again will be a challenge. One thing that I am definitely up for if it means I don't have to live alone.
And you should have seen the look on my mother's face when we told her B was going to be moving in with me. You would have thought I told her Barnes we need to get a dick in you before it gets old and dusty.”
“Excuse you! It’s only been a couple months.”
“Tooooo long.” She sets her drink down on the coffee table without a coaster and bends over till her head is between my knees. “Yep, exactly what I feared. The cobwebs are already taking over.”
Slapping her head away, I yell, “Okay! We need to set some ground rules. Starting with personal space and off-limits topics, including my vagina.”
Her laugh makes me roll my eyes and eventually join in. We both know that there is no such thing as off-limit topics with us.
I reach out and put a coaster under her drink.
“And aren’t you the one who always tells women that they don’t need a relationship to be happy?”
“Who said anything about a relationship?”
I’ve always been a long-term relationship girl, so I don’t have experience in the casual one-night stand department. Luckily, I have a live-in expert.
“Don’t you ever worry about STIs?”
“I mean, sure, but that’s what condoms and Ruthie are for?”
“Ruthie?” I ask.
“Ruth is my bestie at the clinic where I got tested regularly when I was in school. I would see her just about every Tuesday.”
This girl! How are we possibly related?