This choice: Might as well take advantage of her sister's generosity while it lasts! • Go Back... The way that Brooke saw it, she couldn't make Mikayla feel guilty about crashing the car forever.
She could try! And she'd certainly do her best to bring it up at every available opportunity whenever she needed a quick "gotcha" comment against her little sister and her long string of careless decisions. But realistically, things were going to go back to normal between the two of them. Mikayla would stop sucking up incrementally over time or just suddenly the next time one of them got into a big blowout fight. And eventually, she was going to have to start picking up the slack again.
But despite it being an inevitability, nobody knew when things would go back to normal—so it'd be stupid of her to not take advantage of it now while she could, right?
"You want some whipped cream on that?" Mikayla's voice coming from back behind her made Brooke shift a bit in her seat
"I mean while you're up..." After a moment's deliberation, Brooke lifted her plate ever so slightly so that Mikayla could have a better reach...
***
Despite a perceived lack of discipline from pretty much everyone who had ever met her—her parents, her sister, her manager, and eve most of her friends—Mikayla had always been particularly driven about the sorts of things that got under her skin the most.
When she was a kid, she had once spent the better part of ten hours straight, huddled under her blanket, trying to catch a shiny Pokemon. It had come at the cost of getting the night's rest before school, but by God she had finally caught that shiny Persian. Anyone who knew this story well would agree that it more or less defined the sorts of things that Mikayla was willing to go the extra mile for. That sort of passion wasn't always easy for her to tap into, but when she did there was no stopping her.
She had known going into this that she wouldn't be able to simply pamper Brooke until she got fat. Brooke was too smart for that, and she didn't exactly like taking on the cleaning responsibilities and the cooking responsibilities and the takeout responsibilities and the... everything that she had taken up around the house in the name of pulling her sister into a false sense of security. She couldn't keep up the facade forever, or Brooke would get hella suspicious.
But laying the bedrock was important—if Brooke was going to get fat, she was going to have to start by being lazy. And while she was already pretty lazy, Mikayla still had a lot of room to work with.
"Hey Brooke, are you done with these plates?"
"Yeah jush... urrp... 'scuse me... alright, yeah take 'em."
But it wasn't so much as just encouraging her to kick her feet up. Mikayla had to try and coax her into other habits. Things that sorta-kinda worked in her favor. Delivery apps on her phone had been key to that. Casually mentioning that she didn't want to cook, and that she'd done it like a whole week in a row, only to watch Brooke squirm at the thought of getting up after a hard day of keyboard clacking.
"I mean, we could order in? DoorDash is a thing, if you don't want to cook."
"That sounds... yeah, okay. Where do you want to order from?"
And then there was the other half of the battle; making sure that Brooke had plenty to snack on. She'd made the habit of swinging by the store every couple of days to load up on things like Oreos and chips and the like, just so she could leave them out on days where Brooke would either be home before her or during the weekend. It helped that she had a pretty rich vein of calories to draw from, given her chosen line of work.
"I hope you like Peppermint Mocha Frappes, because I brought you a venti size!"
"Oh wow that's... digustingly sweet. Did you bring me a straw?"
So, as Mikayla slowly weaned her sister off of keeping the house spotless and having someone cook for her constantly, she was doing her best to introduce and reinforce other "shortcuts" into Brooke's life that would serve to whittle away at her willpower. With all of the hard work that she was doing, Mikayla was sure that her sister would start to pork out in no time.
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