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Amora
Thanksgiving night

"Stop! my moms downstairs." I whispered slapping Blythes hand. "Then don't make to much noise." Blythe chuckled holding me from behind.

"Y'all being nasty? I bet y'all being nasty." I jumped as my sister pushed open my bedroom door.

"Get out!" I yelled pushing her out, only for her to come back in and sit on my bed.

"So... why are you with my ugly ass sister?"

"Alina, shut up!" I huffed flicking her ear. "Well, your sister is pretty... cool?" Blythe raised an eyebrow then looking at me.

"Could've said I'm sexy," I mumbled. "Did Amora tell you the story about how she went to jail?"

"Oh my god! You promised to never speak of that! Get out, Jesus Christ!" I yelled grabbing Alina by her ponytail dragging her out my room.

"Ms. Perfect went to jail? I'd love to hear about this."

"It was stupid! I was in a holding cell for four days because my parents were out of town, it was really jail." I said crossing my arms.

"If it's stupid then tell me." Blythe chuckled standing up in front of me.

"I tried to steal a dog," I mumbled looking down at the floor. "What?"

"I tried to steal a dog!" I yelled. "My parents wouldn't buy me one so I went to the pet store and but the dog in my backpack, it started barking and they caught me."

"You went to 'jail' for trying to steal a dog?" Blythe asked smiling at me as I nodded my head. "You are officially the softest criminal I've ever met." Blythe laughed wrapping her arms around.

"Yeah, whatever," I said softly before kissing her cheek. "Come on, I think my moms done." I grabbed Blythes hand bringing her downstairs.

"Awe, you guys look so cute, come, we have to take a picture." My mom said pinching Blythes cheeks. "Ma." I sighed as she pouted. "There's enough of me to go around."

I groaned as she kissed my face then hugged me tightly. "Hi, daddy." I cheesed waving to my dad. "Hi, honey."

"I don't think she's coming," Blythe whispered while fiddling with her fingers. "She's coming, she's probably running late."

I took her hands in mine, then kissed her knuckles. "Well, what if she doesn't, what if Blair doesn't like me?"

"She's coming, I promise."

As much as Blythe says she doesn't want to get close to her sister, it's obvious she does. Blythe is just scared of letting people in or getting to close to her.

"Come eat." I smiled sitting Blythe down at the table. "I can get my food by myself," Blythe said sitting up. "No, just sit and relax, okay?"

"Hey, relax." I cooed holding Blythe tightly. "I'm going to bed," Blythe mumbled prying my hands off her.

I smiled as the doorknob rattled. "Look!" I shouted turning her towards the door. "Looks like I'm late to the show." Blair grinned standing at the door.

"I don't break my promises," I whispered kissing Blythes cheek. "Well... you're late."

"Have fun." I laughed leaving the two of them alone.

"Amora, who's this?" My mom asked taking a picture off the wall. "That's Blythes'  mother."I answered laying my head on her shoulder.

"Honey, come look at this." My mom said calling my dad over then showed him the picture. "Wow, no wonder she looks so familiar." My dad mumbled as I lifted up my head.

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