Wrong Numbers(GL)

Chapter 1

Sky cackled like a hyena on the couch as Jo rinsed out her mouth. "God, I can't believe how fucking stupid you are."

"Get out! Get out of my fucking house!" Jo yelled but it ended in a laugh.

"No no no wait! I still haven't told you why I'm here!"

Jo walked around the counter, leaning against it, arms crossed over her chest. "Well? Go on."

"I..." Sky set her coffee to the side. "Drum roll please!" When Jo didn't react beyond a raised brow, Sky scoffed. "God, do I have to do everything around here?" She did a drum roll on the arm of her couch "I got a promotion!"

"Congrats." Jo deadpanned, moving to sit back down at her easel.

"You don't sound very congratulatory." Sky said with a pout.

"I'm happy for you, Sky. I really am." Jo said with a sigh. "It's just if you wanted to brag you could have done that over text. Hell, I can think of a dozen gifs that you could have sent."

"And have you leave me on read? Please." Sky rolled her eyes. "And besides, I also wanted to ask you something."

Jo picked up her paintbrush. "So? What did ya want to ask?"

"Wanna go bar hopping tomorrow night?"

"Just you and me?" Talk about asking for a bad time.

"My friends from work are coming."

"Then what do you need me there for?" Jo forced a laugh out. "I'll probably just bring the mood down anyway."

"I want you there and you won't bring the mood down."

"Do your friends even know you have a sister?"

"Of course they do." Sky nearly screeched. "I've mentioned it like twice."

"Wow. I'm so flattered." Jo rolled her eyes, adding more color to her painting.

"Hey," Sky's hands were suddenly on Jo's, causing her to look up at her sister. "I really do want you to come, okay? Screw what my friends want. This is my celebration." Jo knew that Sky was telling the truth. She had always been bluntly honest, often to the detriment of herself.

"Thank you, but I think I might not be the best drinking buddy..."

Sky threw her head back, groaning. "Fine! You could have just said no."

"No. I don't want to go."

"Okay." Sky said as she moved toward the counter, setting her cup down. "My offer stands. If you change your mind that is." There was another beat of silence. "But you won't, will you?"

'Damnit Sky with the guilt trip.' Jo slammed her paintbrush down. "Fine! Twist my arm, why don't you?" She threw her hands up in frustration.

"You will?"

"I'll come." Jo ran a frustrated hand through her hair, anxiety already winding itself into a tight knot in her stomach.

"You're the best!" Sky yelled as she practically tackled her. "We're gonna have a blast!" She bounced forward, grabbing her purse. "Oh and wear something nice and not covered in paint. Please and thank you." And with that she was gone. Sky's words echoed in her skull as Jo reached for her paintbrush.

Jo clutched at it, scoffing. "A blast, huh? I really doubt it." She sighed, leaning back in her seat. "Do I even have anything nice?" Jo wondered aloud with a hum. "Eh." She shrugged. "I'll figure it out later." She adjusted her grip on her brush, returning her full attention to the painting that sat in front her.