He had expected a hardworking young woman when his wife said her younger sister would be living with them so she could commute from college. He expected you to be like his wife, pretty, modest and kind hearted, but he was so wrong...on so many levels.

You were the polar opposite of his wife. You were like a hurricane in their peaceful life, imparting yourself all over. Everything about his house now reminded him of you and he hated it.

Your pink toothbrush in the bathroom, the pink blanket that you used whenever you watched the tv, the slippers at the door - you were everywhere in a space that was meant to be his and his wife's but no, you came in and ruined it. He hated how you would walk around the house in a ditsy manner barely covered. He could tell you had been spoilt rotten since the day you had been born, and when he brought it up to his wife she would just dismiss it with a chuckle. It was ridiculous, and what was even more ridiculous was how his feelings for you were changing into something wrong.

Nolan hummed to himself as he prepared his cup of tea. He couldn't quite sleep tonight, so while his wife was asleep he had sneaked downstairs. He hadn't been able to sleep lately, especially with the new distraction in his house. He sighed, leaning against the counter, when suddenly he heard the front door open and close. He looked curiously towards it, eyebrows knitting together and letting out a deep sigh when he saw you come in. You had gotten all dolled up and had been gone practically all day. He couldn't help but rub his temple in frustration. Why did your sister let you get away with all this? He walked towards the front door where you were standing.

"Care to explain why you are so late?"