This choice: She grabs some of the snacks and storms off, swearing revenge • Go Back... There was a tense moment as you watched both of your younger sisters stare each other down, just waiting for Lauren to blow and unleash one of her more potent moments of fury. Nothing came of it however, as the blonde eyed the counters lined with junk food, and gave a huff. Stomping past Megan, she snatched a box of Hostess Banana-Walnut Mini Muffins – Something you dimly recalled as being one of her many favorites before she got into the whole health-nut thing. Treats in hand, she turned her nose up at both you and Megan as she stomped out of the kitchen to stew. As well as plot and stuff her face with mini muffins, if you knew Lauren.
You let out a sigh of relief, as you were admittedly a little afraid of the older of your sisters sometimes. She could get... Borderline psychotic, really, when she got pissed. You'd think a health-nut would be into keeping their temper given what stress could do to a person, but then being logical would get in the way of the 'nut' part of that moniker. Your thoughts were interrupted as Megan turned to you with a triumphant grin on her face, metal braces glinting brightly from the overhead light. You shot her a smirk of your own, both to maintain your 'Cool Big-Bro' image and because well, Megan almost never 'won' when it came down to it. As much as all this stuff was pretty unhealthy, and as much as your little sister lacked self-control, it was nice to see her get her way for once. Besides, Mom and Dad would only be gone for three months – Spending that time giving Megan her chance to even the score, not to mention score some massive amounts of cool points yourself, couldn't hurt.
“Well, looks like the danger has passed for now. Help me put this stuff away, kiddo, then we'll decide what to do for dinner.”
You and Megan set about putting the various goods away. The frozen stuff was easy, as was the stuff to be kept in the fridge... Even if both had to be practically forced shut after a masterful display of organization skills honed from years of playing Tetris. The goods meant for the pantry, however, was a different story. There simply was not enough room, plain and simple, no matter how you arranged it. Megan frowned, hands on her wide hips, as she glanced between the packed-full pantry and the stack of junk food remaining on the counter. A glint appeared in her eye, and she scooped up the package of cookies off the counter. You recognized it as the same pack she had previously taken one from in the car, and she peeled the package open once more as she began to explain her idea.
“I'll finish off these cookies, then we can eat that big box of mac n cheese for dinner, then we can have that cake for desert!”
You eyed each as she listed them off, a contemplative frown on your face. That seemed like a lot of mac n cheese to eat in one go, even between the two of them. Particularly if Megan was going to fill up on cookies beforehand. Lauren wouldn't help out of principle and spite, and she certainly was unlikely to help eat the cake. Especially after having run off with those mini muffins earlier. Of course a cake would be fine to leave on the counter, since it had that plastic container it'd come in to keep it fresh. You just weren't sure what to do about the leftover mac n cheese, since there was literally no room left in the fridge for it. Well, whatever, you shrugged mentally and physically. You'd figure something out when the time came.
Taking the shrug as approval, Megan began popping the cookies into her mouth one by one as she wandered out of the kitchen. You couldn't help but smile at the bounce in her step, her simple enthusiastic glee banishing your concerns for now. You glanced a the clock mounted on the wall, noting that it'd be a few hours until it was time to start on dinner for you and your youngest sister.
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