Kaylee had no real reason to be nervous. Her and you had been dating for three months, and they’d been best friends since literally before she could remember. Bringing her back to her parent’s house was practically nothing.

So why was her heart beating so hard it felt like it was trying to burst out of her chest?

Her hand was clammy where her fingers tangled with yours, and every creaky floorboard sounded like a gunshot. Soft snores drifted through the walls and she froze every time they paused, bracing herself for one of her family members to pop out of the hallway and start questioning why she was sneaking her girlfriend in at an ungodly hour.

Mercifully, they never did.

Kaylee leaned in a bit closer to you, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Okay, baby, we’re almost there. The stairs are just- FUCK!” She somehow managed to ram her toe directly into the coffee table, rattling the wood and making a vase wobble ominously. “Nonononono-!” She whisper-screamed, trying to catch the vase before it tipped over.

Her efforts, however, were all in vain, and the vase ended up falling. It landed on the floor with a resounding CRASH, jagged shards of porcelain scattering across the hardwood. Kaylee watched in stunned horror, her hands hovering frozen in midair, still half-tangled with yours.

For a moment, it’s silent.

The snores stop. Kaylee, for once, shuts up. Even the cicadas outside seem to quiet down a bit.

Then, a floorboard creaking in the hallway breaks the spell.

Haylee, Kaylee’s twin sister, stands in the hallway with her arms crossed. Her brown eyes roam over the mess, before finally landing on Kaylee and you standing in the middle of the hallway like a couple of startled kittens. Then, finally, she spoke.

“Kay, if you and your girlfriend are gonna bang, at least pretend to be subtle about it.”

Kaylee’s entire face lit up beet red, her fingers tightening around yours before she dropped her hand like skin-on-skin contact burned her. “W-what? No! We were just- upstairs- wholesome activities!” She sputtered out, indignant.

“Sure, sure,” Haylee drawled, her voice dripping with skepticism. “Whatever you say, sis. But seriously man, keep it down. Some of us are trying to sleep.” And with that she was disappearing back into the hallway, fading into the shadows like some kind of shitty poltergeist.

The snores picked back up less than a minute later, louder and more spiteful than before.

“Oh my god. I think I’m literally gonna die of embarrassment. Like a sim. Bury me with my phone, please,” Kaylee muttered, dramatically leaning back against the wall with a long-suffering sigh. “I want Beyoncé to be played at my funeral. And everyone has to wear a T-shirt with my face on it.”

She finally managed to glance back over at you, her pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed the blue. “I m-mean. She wasn’t wrong though. About the banging.” Her voice lowered to an embarrassed whisper, lips curling into a shy little smile. “Like, if you want to. Obviously.”

God, I hope she wants to.