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She smiled slightly, leaning forward to kiss him. "You would get in trouble."
He sighed. "Could you try to not be deliberately mean?"
His eyes fluttered open, and he yawned. "Good morning."
She looked up at him, distractedly watching her hand brush over skin. "I guess you should get dressed and go see her."
"But can't we just.. I don't know, be nice?"
He instinctively put his arms around her, sighing gently.
"It's your sister," she shot back. "And there's a difference between you being shirtless and me being shirtless.."
He sighed. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry."
Francis shifted slightly, quiet murmurs that we're inaudible escaped his mouth.
She shook her head. "You don't understand, Jack. That was embarrassing."
He crossed his arms. "Callie and I told each other that when we meet our soulmates, we don't have to dislike them because we are together....
(Yep!)
When she left, Avice threw her hands up. "I might as well bury myself in a hole!"
He frowned. "I don't get why you can't just ignore the fact that were supposed to be soulmates."
(Next day?)
Avice barely looked up, only pursing her lips slightly as she tried to make it seem like she didn't have a blushing face.
He returned the expression. "I actually try to be nice."
He returned the gaze, and gave a nod. "Let's." (Time skip)
Avice shook her head, her voice nervous. "Not at all.."
"It means," he said, his tone uplifting, "we could be great friends!"
