For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and for these two, their lives have been planned down to a science.
For Wylan Olson, being yourself can be very stressful. Since she was young, her emotions have always been backwards. The e...
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"Go away now!" I heard her scream through the violet purple door that had been slammed a couple of minutes before.
"How did you know I wasn't on my way out?" I asked, and she continued angrily yanking drawers open and shutting them. "Also, Waylin is not going to be happy if you wreck that furniture."
She swung the door open, smiling at me. "Get out of my house. I will call the cops. I swear on your dead grandmother's grave I will," she threatened.
"Hey, calm down. After all, you asked me to come over. It wasn't like I just barged in and stripped down on your couch with a bowl of chips," I argued, eyeing her.
"That was one time! I had on an undershirt and tights under your t-shirt. That is not stripping down!" she yelled. I chuckled and she did as well. "That is not funny at all!" she screamed, shutting the door.
"You being serious," I questioned, leaning against the door. Ty had come out of her room and was making her way down the steps with a Box Car Kids book in one hand and a bear in the other. "Tyra, where are you going?" She looked up briefly, looking warily towards her sister's door.
"Down stairs, mom always makes me go downstairs when she and daddy argue because I can read in peace that way," she answered as she gave me an accusing look. "Me-me, I think you should just let her be mad."
I sighed at the nickname. Wylan had opened the door and addressed me once again and she had black streaks running down her cheeks. "Have you been crying?" I asked as she shook her head.
"My tear ducts are drier than my nose when your friend unleashes his fire breathing dragon on my nostrils."
I tried stifling a laugh, which was a stark contrast to her very serious demeanor. "What's with the mascara situation then?" I asked and she stuck something in her pocket.
"It isn't mascara—" she asserted as I raised an eyebrow. "Are you questioning me, Okari?"
I nodded my head and she threw a marker at me. "I was trying to have some of those awesome face lines from the movies but it didn't work. I tried to wipe them off. Ugh, you sicken me."
She walked past me angrily. I followed behind her closely as she sat on the couch trying to ignore me. "You're trying to make a virus out of a vaccine," I told her and she kept clicking through channels quickly.
"I don't want to hear your voice."
I stood up and sat right beside her on the couch, pressing my lips up against her ears. "I didn't ask what you wanted. I'm here for what you need. Chill with the childishness, Wylan. Tyra is the only kid here, and it's clear that she's six going on sixty."
She flung her legs over the back of the chair and rested the back of her head on my shoulder, still ignoring me. "That's my best friend, that's my best friend," she murmured while scrolling through her phone, which I snatched from her.
