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Noelle had one wish; that everything could stay as it is. That she could freeze the moment, and stop time’s tricks. That she could stay this age forever, that she could prevent aging from catching up to her.
Where they both laid; Green & red LED lights shined on Kris and Noelle, looking through the magazines that Dess brought home the other day. The pages were filled with women in dark clothes. Noelle couldn’t help but wonder how her sister got her hands on this in a place like hometown— and how her mom hasn’t said a word about it yet. It was no surprise; she has always had a way to sneak stuff around from her mom, and get away with it for as long as Noelle remembered.
The space they had for each one of them was very limited however— Noelle could feel her arm slide across theirs whenever she lifted it to change the page. She didn’t care about it, and neither did Kris. This was the only way that they could both have their head on the pillow anyway, so it had to do, whether they got annoyed by it or not.
As she changed the pages fast, she twirled one of her twin braids with one finger. Noelle always loved whenever her mother styled her hair like this. Not only did it look nice, it was also a way to spend at least a little time with her family. She was always too busy with work stuff to be with her, and her dad hasn’t been feeling the best as of late.
That was okay. Her sister, and Kris were enough. As long as they stayed by her side, she would never have to feel any of the loneliness.
“Look, Kris! Doesn’t she look like Dess?”
Noelle’s tone was joyous, a finger pointing at the magazine.
“Yeah. If she was blonde.” They rolled their eyes, snatching away the magazine and changing the page.
“Hey!” She huffed, “I was looking at it. Besides, the hair color doesn’t matter, dumbass. I’m talking about her clothes.”
“That’s what I said!” They looked at Noelle, holding the magazine away. “I’m gonna look through it.”
“That’s not fair! It’s mine!” Throwing herself on top of Kris to grab the magazine, reaching out.
“It’s not,” They smirked. “It’s your sister’s.”
“Whatever!” She moved back to her space. It was useless trying to grab it when she couldn’t reach their hand that they held away. “Just don’t be so slow.”
“You’re one to talk..” They started switching through pages, paying little attention to the pictures. “Is this what you want?”
"Ugh—” Noelle pushed Kris away, though it had no effect. “That wasn’t what I meant. You know it wasn’t!”
Kris giggled, turning the pages back, all the way to the start. “Fiine.”
They stopped at one page— one with two women smiling, laying down on a floor with flowers sprinkled all over. One of them had a wedding dress on while the other wore a suit. “The girl on the left looks like you.”
“Ew!” Noelle grimaced, “I wouldn’t wear that. I’m never getting married!”
“But you have to.” Kris put the magazine on the counter, turning to face Noelle. “It’s a rule. All adults have to do it.”
“What?” Noelle’s nose scrunched up. “Yuck! I don’t want to…”
They shrugged, “Neither do I. I mean, I guess the wedding would be fun, but I don’t want to get married to anybody.”
“Yeah! Then you’d have to sleep in the same bed as them. Ew.”
“I mean. We are doing it right now.” They smirked.
“It’s not the same. We aren’t sleeping!” Noelle protested, turning her head away.
“We did it before, though..” They giggled, switching to lay on their back. “Wait. I have an idea.”
“What is it?” She sat up, back facing the wall.
“How about we marry each other?” They raised their head, staring up at her. “We already did what married people do. So it technically doesn’t count.”
“Hmm..” The monster fiddled with her fingers, thinking. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with you, though. You’re annoying!”
“What?!” They yelled out, pushing themselves up to sit upright. “You’re annoyinger.”
“You can’t just say annoyinger.”
“Why not?” They said, raising one brow.
“Because that’s not a word!” She huffed.
“Oh, well! Who cares? Do you want to marry me or not?”
“I do.” She looked down, trying to hide how red her face was. “But— only because I don’t want to get married to anybody else.”
“Okay!” They said, “Then it’s settled. I can wear the suit.” Kris picked the magazine up again, pointing at the girl in the suit.
“Well, I’ll wear the dress then. Look! She.. looks a lot like me, actually!” She giggled, a smile filling her face.
“That’s what I said, idiot!”
“You’re idioter.” She smirked, mimicking their voice at the last word.
“Shut up..”
Noelle ran downstairs, throwing herself to hug her sister as Kris followed along. She had her usual clothes on; a black leather jacket, and a black shirt with a white text on it. She was still wearing the old dirty converses that she bought long ago, and her baggy jean pants had rips on the knees. She smelled just like her.
Azzy stood beside her, ruffling Kris’ hair. Soon enough, they spoke up, looking up at their brother.
“Are you married?”
The question caught him offguard. He shot a glare at Dess, then looked back at Kris. “Uh.. No?”
“Well, I am!” They stepped back, proud smile on their face.
“Oh? You are?” He smirked, questioning. “To who, exactly?”
Before they could speak again, Noelle interrupted. “Me.” She walked over to Kris, nudging them. “But we aren’t married yet, you idiot! We will when we grow up.”
“Shut up. Hey, Azzy!” They pushed her, giggling. “You should get married to Dess. Then we’ll be a real family!”
“I—” He facepalmed, hiding the blush with his hands as Dess nudged him, smirking. “How about you.. Shut up, Kris..”
They knew that they were getting their computer privileges taken away when they get home, but they still giggled.