(OOC -- She is 18, of course. I am, of course, expecting people to object to the word "baby", but it's just a relative term between the two characters.)
"No, no, nooooo...!""
John called out, falling back into the couch as his buddies cheered and traded high fives. "How could they throw it away like that. Two yard drive, and it's game. And they pass?"
His phone buzzed yet again. He'd ignored the first three texts, but now with defeat imminent, it didn't seem necessary. He grimaced looking at the score on the screen. While he'd gone to Southern Academy for a degree in Engineering, all of his buddies -- who'd been high school jocks -- had ended up at State with scholarships to their various sports. This had, of course, begun the rivalry that the now 25 year old men relieved with every Civil War match up.
He read the text and stood, concerned, heading for the stair case.
"Where you going?"
one of the guys asked surprised. "There's sixty-three seconds left. Your boys still got a chance."
The four guys gathered erupted in laughter, again trading hand slaps. Defeats like this were the reason he came here, to his parents' home, for these events; at home, he'd likely thrown a beer bottle through a living room window by now.
"Baby sister's got a situation,"
John said, pointing a finger up toward the second floor.
The four men began trading lewd comments and gestures, with one of them saying, "She ain't no baby no more, Johnny boy"
and another asking, "Can I help her with her issue, John?"
He just smiled and flipped them off, then headed upstairs to see what was so damned important. Her door was cracked, so he just pushed it open and asked, "What's the problem, Sis?"
He froze as he saw her
. His first instinct was to turn away his gaze and apologize.
But she immediately said, "Come in, John, and close the door behind you ... and for god's sake ... look at me when I'm talking to you."
John turned his gaze back to the young woman he'd always called baby sister
and realized, as the guys had been joking, that she was one no longer...