Pizza had been ordered and delivered, the two of them having eaten it in the closest thing to a nice meal they could have together, exchanging simple jabs at each other and eating in silence while they watched whatever rerun happened to be playing on TV. All and all another night at the house, yet something was bugging Brooke.
Namely, Mikayla's strange quietness was bothering her. The normally over energized woman would have been chatting loudly with one of her friends like Marley or Leni, complaining about what they were watching, or setting up some stupid prank. But no, like she had most of the day she's just haphazardly sprawled across the armchair lazily scrolling on her phone, her face almost completely neutral. She's been this way for a few days now actually, around the same time her food intake began to very gradually tick up too.
Brooke's seen her like this before, but never longer than a few hours, a day tops. And it actually was starting to make the older sister worried. It might seem strange that there was any empathy between the two for obvious reasons, Brooke was still just a few fat jokes away from blowing up, but at the end of the day they were still family. For as annoying and rude as she could be, Mikayla was still her little sister, and if something was eating at her then Brooke felt responsible for checking on her, even if it was going to be an uphill battle. She knew how much of a pain it can be to get the brat to open up about how she's honestly feeling, especially to her sister. Still, watching her lay about in almost dead silence with a little layer of extra padding on her spurred Brooke on to ask anyway.
“So, Mikayla.”
The lounging woman side eyed her with slight aggravation.
“So, Brooke.” She replied, her tone making it clear she already didn‘t want to have whatever conversation was about to start.
“Anything interesting happened recently? Haven’t heard you mention the Bean Machine or anything with your friends for a little while.”
“Cus there isn’t anything to mention, it’s all the same as usual, work’s work and my friends are the same as ever.”
An answer clearly meant to end their talk there and then as Mikayla looked back to her phone, but Brooke persisted.
“Really? Nothing at all? No wacky stories of you, Jim and Leni? Mark and Marley haven’t invited you to dinner or something?”
“Nope, nothing at all.”
She was getting more irritated now, not looking away from her phone even as her expression showed off her growing anger, but again Brooke pushed, a little harder this time.
“Then what’s been up? You’ve actually managed to keep that big mouth of yours shut for a while now, you sure nothing’s happened?”
With a big grunt Mikayla suddenly slapped her phone down on the coffee table and sat up straight in her seat, glaring at her older sister as she crossed her arms.
“Nothing’s happened mom! What the hell is this, 20 questions?!”
“No need to yell, I’m just wondering what’s been going on with you, you’ve seemed kind of off recently.”
“ Nothing is going on with me Brooke, GOD! You’re the one that’s been acting weird all day, what the hell’s going on with you?”
Brooke was stating to get frustrated herself trying to deal with her dumb sister’s dumb emotional walls, but she pushed those feelings down as best she could and kept pushing forward.
“I’m just Saying Mikayla, you’ve been really quiet the last few days and you’ve been eating more than-”
“Is that what this is about?! How much I’ve been eating?!”
“No Mikayla, I-”
“I know I’ve put on a little weight, I’m sure your happy as fucking hell about that one huh porky?!”
A little yes Brooke thought.
“That isn’t the point Mikayla, I’m worried about you is all!”
“Oooooh, you’re so worried about me? Don’t act like you’re suddenly some caring big sister now, I know you just want to rub it in my face that you're not the only fat one anymore!”
Now Brooke was getting really pissed off herself.
“Believe it or not I actually do give a shit about you and how you’re doing you little snot! And when I see you shut down and start to balloon in front of my eyes I get concerned!”
Mikayla made a big theatric motion to grab her phone and stand up, holding out her arms to either side of herself.
“Well oh so caring sister of mine, fret not! I am fine, and I’m going to my room where I will continue to be fine, so you need not be concerned anymore!”
She then made to leave, completely done with talking. Brooke however wasn’t. She wasn’t used to having to move fast and almost stumbled as she stood to chase Mikayla. This might end poorly, but she wanted to know she at least made an honest attempt to help Mikayla before letting her mope by herself. She reached out before Mikayla was too far away and grabbed her hand, stopping her in her place. Mikayla whipped her head around and looked at Brooke with nothing but rage at that moment.
"What the fuck Brooke, let me-!"
"Mikayla just listen! I get it, I'm the last person you want to talk to about this kind of thing. I'm just your dumb nagging sister, but please believe me when I say I just want to make sure you're okay! So if there is anything, anything at all bothering you just tell me and I can help!"
Mikayla still looked pissed, but she stayed quiet. They just sort of stayed in that somewhat awkward position with Brooke holding onto Mikayla's hand in the hallway for a moment. Eventually Mikayla took a big breath in and then out, calming down some, and forcibly took her hand back. Looking Brooke dead in the eyes she said-
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