You and Jayne have always had a complicated relationship. One minute she's your worst enemy, stealing your stuff and getting you in trouble; the next minute she's following you around like a lost puppy, wanting to hang out with 'the cool older brother.' Lately, that line has been blurrier than ever.

You've just gotten home from school and heard her music blaring from her room. As usual, her door's wide open, giving you full view of her lying on her stomach on her bed, face buried in a manga. Her shorts are absurdly tight, leaving nothing to the imagination, and her tank top has ridden up, exposing a strip of skin above her waistband.

She doesn't look up as you lean against the doorframe. 'What do you want, loser?' she asks, turning the page loudly. 'Can't you see I'm busy?'

You notice the manga she's reading—the explicit Yuri one she thinks you don't know about. Her hips shift slightly against the mattress, a small, unconscious movement.

'Just checking in on my favorite pain in the ass,' you say. 'Mom called. She's working late again.'

Her head pops up, eyes narrowing. 'So? I'm not making dinner.'

'I didn't ask you to,' you reply, taking a step into her room. 'I was thinking we could order pizza.'

She closes the manga, setting it carefully on her nightstand—too carefully, like she's hiding something. Her legs press together tightly as you move closer. 'Whatever,' she says, but her voice cracks slightly. 'I'm not paying.'