sweet as you: Secret punk!readerX2P!England (ch 2)

You came home and put away some groceries in the kitchen. Your sister dropped in just a few moments later. she picked up the apples you had bought and moved them to the fruit bowl on the rarely used kitchen table, taking one as she went.

You looked at her to find her looking down at the old table. She dragged her finger over the fine layer of dust that had gathered there. When was the last time you had used it? The last time your parents were home for dinner was about three weeks ago, so... three weeks. she sighed.

You knew she often missed your mom and dad, much more than you did. You had spend half your life hating them for pretty much abandoning you and your sis. Another third of your life was spend ignoring their existence entirely. The were home once every few weeks for a couple of days, so that wasn't hard.

She put some cans in the fridge with the apple in her mouth, while you put away the the last jars and containers that were in her grocery bag.

you turned back around and chuckled when you looked at her.

“oink oink!” you mocked, reminding her of the apple that was still in her mouth and made her look like a roasted pig ready for serving.

“what's for dinner tonight?” she asked flatly.

“I have no idea,” you replied, which wasn't unusual. You often took turns in preparing diner, but you you usually ended up eating in the living room for the TV, or you ate in your room by yourself. Either way, you two had little contact and dinner was always a last minute decision.

“alright then, how about you get us some pizza, so I can make a call?” she said, already trying to leave the kitchen.

“who are you gonna call? Allen?” you said, an obvious mock voice, and then it got through to her what you said. you knew about Allen.

“I went to the grocery store today,” you started in her “you know there's a 99% chance of shit-storm an it's coming right at ya!” voice.

“Shocking,” she sighed, sitting down at the kitchen table, she had this “not amused” look, that made you want to punch her. Did she really not get how serious this was?! Well... so far groceries were not too serious.

“and I met this cheerful strawberry-blonde gentleman. We were going for the same jar of icing and-”

“you both fell in love at first sight,” she joked.

“almost. He let me have it and asked for my name. I told him and he asked if I was perhaps related to (S/N) and I asked him how he could possibly be familiar with my little sister,” you said, almost surprised she didn't give a sarcastic “AAW~” like she usually would have.

“but I don't know anyone like that,” she said.

“just wait, that part is coming.” you promised. “he answered me that he had two younger brothers who he looked after and mentioned that the youngest was dating a pretty young girl by the name of (S/N)!” you voice dropped about 3 octaves near the end of that sentence and she  visibly gulped.

You looked at your sister who was currently processing what you had just said.

“listen, I can explain! He asked me out for dinner once! We went on one date! And we've barely gone out for three days now! You don't expect me to come skipping into the place one afternoon cheering “I have a boyfriend! His name is Allen and we're going out for dinner!”, do you?” she said defensively.

“I'm not pissed about you having a boyfriend, I'm pissed about that date of yours!!!” you yelled. Playing dumb wasn't gonna work, no way!

“WHAT?” she said, raising her voice, which was a pretty rare occasion. You had officially lost track of the conversation, she seemed seriously confused.

“YOU SAID YOU WERE STAYING OVER WITH YOUR FRIEND LAST SATURDAY WHILE YOU ACTUALLY WERE WITH A BOY! I DON'T WANT MY SISTER SLEEPING AROUND WITH SOME GUY THE DAY AFTER THEY'VE FIRST TALKED!!!” you yelled, your eyes growing a little wet and your voice wavering. Damn, why did you always loose your cool at this kind of moment?!

“oh, well if that's it you don't have to worry you know. I really did sleep at (BFF/N)'s place. I just stayed over with her so you wouldn't bring him in for interrogation.” she said, making your eyes widen.

“w-what?” you asked.

“I went to her place, got ready, had my date, and then I went back to her and went to sleep. That's all,” she explained. You examined her closely, looking for the slightest trace of a lie. You found none.

“oh, thank god,” you said, sighing in relief.

Your sister was still shy, innocent, and most of all, she was still a virgin!

“so does that mean you'll make us a pizza now?” she asked, obviously relieved as well. Her relief was, however, short lived.

“no,” you said bluntly.

“why not?” she asked, digging her teeth in the half consumed apple once more.

“well, let me finish my story, I told Oliver you had never told me about your new boyfriend, so he invited us both over for dinner so we could meet,” you said with a sly smirk, counting down until the mental bomb you had just dropped would detonate

she almost dropped her apple and her eyes went wide. She tossed the remains of the apple into the trashcan and banged her head repeatedly against the kitchen table, leaving a clear mark of where her forehead had hit the surface in the dust.

"we'll leave in an hour," you said, leaving the kitchen and ignoring your sister's obvious misery.

The punishment seemed a bit to severe looking back now, but you needed to meet this boy and strangely... you wanted to see Oliver too.