Look, okay, maybe pizza wasn't the best thing in the world right now.
Parker was in a bad place, and the last thing that her sister needed was to start linking eating and not feeling like shit about herself. But Piper wasn't exactly a psychiatrist, and it was clear that Parker wasn't going to stop bawling her eyes out any time soon. If she was home, she wasn't going to be drinking or taking anything she might regret later. If Parker needed some pizza, to have a little pity-party all for herself, what was the harm in indulging her?
So Piper did what any good sister would do; she went out, got some Brent Brother's Pizza, picked up a couple milkshakes, and cleared off the couch in the living room.
The crumpled twenty that Piper had been saving had gotten them four pizzas, each of them dripping with grease and just as nasty as the two of them remembered from when they were kids. The other bit went to the milkshakes—pizza was one thing, but frozen dairy treats were not something that one tended to skimp on in this household. Piper had splurged and gotten her still-sobbing sack of a sister the Sweet Treat deal; a vanilla milkshake with M&M's, Oreos, and Nutter Butter bars crumpled up, blended in, and sprinkled on top in various assorted fashion. Piper herself had gotten the standard (but classic!) Strawberry Banana Blitz.
They huddled up in the living room, their mom having gone to bed for the night, turned on the lights, set the television on low volume...
...ate pizza, drank milkshakes, and talked about how much of a fucking bitch Tina was.
"Oh. My. God." Parker's head rolled back with laughter, "Do you remember that time that she convinced me to hide that Derek guy in my room?"
"Fucking yes!" Piper leaned forward, sugar tickling her synapses and keeping her wide awake into the wee hours, "Didn't he live with us, for like, a week?"
"Three days!" Parker snorted as she cracked open another can of Coke before lowering a dribbling triangle of nasty pizza into her mouth before smacking out a rebuttal, "And she said she'd pick him up that... what, Friday? I had to hide that motherfucker in my room until school on Monday!"
"I forgot all about that!"
In a way this was nice. Piper and Parker never got to share too many of these moments growing up. Either because Parker was being a bitch or because Piper assumed that Parker was going to screw things up somehow. And to be fair, she was usually right. But lately, ever since Parker stopped getting out of the goddamn house so much and started getting fat, there had been a lot more opportunities for things like this to occur naturally. They couldn't force it, like Mom seemed to always try to do, and it wasn't happening every night. But this... this was nice.
Fleeting. But nice.
"Thanks Pitstain." Parker gave her little sister a slight shove in the bicep, her own thick arm jostled by the sudden movement, "I needed this."
"Yeah, well, not even you deserve to let that skank ruin your night." Piper shotgunned her soda, "URRP... oof... fuck."
"Good one." Parker belched sleepily, "Imma head to bed, okay?"
"Sure thing." Piper smiled, "Good night, Parker."
"Deuces."
With that, Piper's pudging sister lumbered out of the living room and towards the hallway, her bubble-butt bobbing behind her as her rolling backfat quivered slightly with the motions. There was no way Parker was up to two-fifty yet, right? Sure she'd gotten kinda fat lately, with her chunky thighs filling out her pajama pants and her belly eeking out from underneath her shirts, but the big two-double-goose-egg was overshooting it.
It was just dark in here.
Right?
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