Aveline
After dessert, Ruby dropped Alia at her home, and we headed to mine.
As soon as we entered, Mom was already scolding Mireline — and I had no idea why.
Ruby followed behind me.
"Mom…?" I called softly.
She looked at me, then glared at Mireline, who was laid up in bed, leg bandaged, forehead and arm wrapped up too. She looked like a mummy that pissed off karma.
"Go talk to her. She's just careless," Mom snapped, then left the room, closing the door behind her.
I rushed over to Mireline and hugged her.
"Are you dumb? Blind? Idiot or something?! Why didn't you tell me you were injured?!"
She chuckled weakly. "Rabbit… I told Ruby. And before you yell at her— I told her not to tell you."
I turned toward Ruby and screamed, "WHY didn't you tell me?!"
I started punching her chest — not hard, just emotionally dramatic.
"You knew sis was injured! Why would you hide it from me?!"
Ruby didn't even flinch. Her voice stayed soft and calm, that kind of tone that just… soothed you whether you wanted it or not.
"You were already in trauma, crying nonstop. How was I supposed to let you cry more?"
UGH.
"You both should've at least told me. Warned me! SOMETHING!"
Mireline rolled her eyes. "Yeh, so you could cry like a baby again?"
"She's literally doing that right now," Ruby muttered.
I was MAD mad. Like pinching-siblings-and-ruining-hair mad.
So yes, I pinched Mireline. HARD.
Slapped Ruby on the arm.
Destroyed her perfectly mafia-handsome hair. You know, the usual.
"She's such a BABY," Mireline teased.
"Yep. Agreed," Ruby added.
"I'M NOT A BABY!" I shouted.
"Yeh yeh, and I'm the Queen of England," Ruby said, deadpan.
I scoffed at her and stormed off, slamming the door behind me.
I locked myself in my room. No, it's not like I wanted anyone to apologize or something.
I mean… okay, maybe I did. But like, not really.
But maybe.
Honestly, let's just wait.
A few minutes later: Knock knock.
I ignored it.
Let's see if she dares break down the door.
Another knock.
And then… the door unlocked.
WHO THE HELL GAVE HER A MASTER KEY?!
Ruby walked in, cool and smug as hell.
"Hey, little rabbit. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't tell you 'cause you were crying like a mad baby."
I turned away. Silent treatment, activated.
She literally knelt down in front of me and apologized again.
"I want dessert," I said, crossing my arms. "The most expensive one."
She blinked. Knew that was coming.
Then she laughed. A real one.
"Okay okay. But carrot-shaped cake."
"NOOOO."
"YESSS."
"It should be my choice, that's all."
"Yeh yeh, whatever. So that means you forgive me? And your sister?"
I pretended to think. Hmm. Drama queen mode: engaged.
"…I forgive you both," I finally said.
She didn't waste a second.
SHE PICKED ME UP.
BY MY WAIST.
LITERALLY CARRIED ME LIKE I WAS A TINY PLUSHIE.
"You're light," she said casually.
I punched her arm. "You're too strong, it's unfair!"
I ran back to Mireline and hugged her tightly. She hugged back even tighter.
"Wow… can't believe the stubborn bunny actually hugged me," she muttered.
"Ruby, you really changed her."
"I love you, that's all," I said.
"Woah, rare words from your mouth," Mireline teased.
"What about me?" Ruby asked, smirking.
"For you… I hate you."
"Yeh, I love you too," she said like it was nothing.
UGH why is she so hot. Like WHY.
"Sis, you want dessert?" I asked.
"Who's paying?"
I pointed at the mafia queen beside me. "Her."
"One lava cake. And your choice too."
"Let's go!" I kissed Mireline on the cheek and dragged Ruby out with me.
I sat in her car like I was… the mafia's girlfriend.
Wait—
Wait-wait-WAIT—
Did I just—
facepalm
Nope. Something's wrong with me.
She leaned closer. My brain froze.
I could see her neck… the necklace barely peeking under her shirt.
She reached over and fastened my seatbelt.
"I can do it myself," I mumbled.
"I don't trust you," she replied smoothly.
"Now shut your mouth. We're going."
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