Breakfast?

Dedicated to my sister and her (always) accidental 'sexcapades' in the other room.

Feminine giggles alerted me at four in the morning that the alchie was home. My sister Clara, three years my senior, was probably planning on 'entertaining' in her room tonight. Not to make her sound like a whore, but if the g-string fits...

Another bout of giggles and then a loud clanging sound. Either my sister was drunk and just fell into the fridge or we had some seriously messed up robbers looking for the jewelry. Then my sister's voice, usually not so high pitched, told someone named Punch to 'stop being so silly.' Which would of been better if she didn't sound like she was trying to alert the neighbor's dog of this Punch character's presence.

Another set of giggles and a loud banging sound coming down the hall alerted me that they were on their way down here. I cursed and turned off my desk light, hoping she wouldn't open my door. But, hopes in this house never lasted.

The door opened and my sister's figure appeared in the crack. The light from her room shone throw and made her look slightly demonic, not that it changed much. She giggled again and murmured something behind her before stepping into the room with me, shutting the door behind her. We were submerged in darkness and I couldn't help but wonder how much she had had to drink. I was still sitting at my desk, my homework sitting in the darkness and begging to be done tonight because I hated doing homework on weekends, and I listened to her sit on my bed, the ancient bed groaning as she did so.

"Shh, silly bed. Paaaaarson? Paaaaarson? Paaaaarson in a pear tree?" I rolled my eyes and contemplated telling her I wasn't on my bed. Nah, this was much more fun.

"Parson? Are you awake?" I glared at the name, mouthing that that was our last name, not my personal nickname. She heard one of my teachers call me that (he called everyone by their last name) and since, she hasn't stopped.

I made a small noise, hoping she was too smashed to know that it was coming from the desk. She sighed and I heard her patting the rumpled blanket. I thought she may of been looking for my leg or some other body part, but the patting stopped after three times.

"Okay, so here is the deal. Punch brought me home and I asked him to stay the night. I know, I'm so bad. So he's going to sleep in my room. Shh, don't tell daddy. Or Michael." Michael Browning, her boyfriend of two years. I wouldn't want to be the one to spill the beans on that one. He was a smart guy, a nice guy. He was just so helplessly in love with my sister that he didn't seem to care that her top 8 on MySpace consisted of guys, and not one being him.

She made another sound and then moved downwards. My eyes had adjusted enough in the room that I could tell she was leaning, it looked like she was trying to lay down with 'me.' I heard a loud smacking sound and realized that she just kissed my pillow. Wow. She must be pretty trashed.

She tiptoed from my room, shutting the door and then commencing a very loud and high pitched giggle, then stumbled into her own room. Clara shut her door and then I heard low rap music start from the room. Oh god, I hope she wasn't trying to seduce the poor guy... er... Punch? I hope that's a nickname. Or a last name.

I turned on my desk light, glanced down at my unfinished homework, and sighed. I was too tired to try to finish now. Turning the light off, I made my way to my bed. I flipped my pillow over to get to the cool side and then burrowed underneath the covers. I glanced at my clock and then closed my eyes. Tomorrow was Saturday and I planned on sleeping in.

xxSix Hours Laterxx

Ten in the morning and I was sitting in my room, eyes wide open and fingers drumming on my pillows. I always had problems with sleep.

Dad had left for work about four hours ago, leaving just me, Clara, and this Punch character alone in the house. I forced myself to stand up, wide awake but not willing to leave the comfort of my bed. Grabbing my bathrobe, I made my way silently from my room to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and wrapped myself in my bathrobe. I started towel drying my hair when there was a short knock on the door. Eyebrow raised, I unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open.

To reveal who I could only guess was Punch.

I'm not sure what I expected, but he was not it. Short blond hair, a tattoo on his arm, a large build. This guy was about a foot taller than my sister (meaning he was only a few inches taller than me) and he looked like a body builder. He was clad in a tshirt and boxers. Definitely not what I want to see in the morning.

Not what she typically goes for. But, when my sister is drunk, she'll go for anything if it has a penis. Attached or attachable, I'm not sure it matters.

I blinked up at the person infront of me, towel still in my hand, wet hair clinging to my face. He raised an eyebrow and then motioned past me.

"You think I can use the bathroom?" He was whispering so I guess Clara was still asleep. I pretended to think, raising my free hand and tapping a finger to my chin.

"I personally don't know if you have the equipment, but hey, give it a try." I grabbed my dirty clothes, making sure not to bend over in his presence and started towards the door. He was leaning against the frame so that I had to almost meld my body to his to get past.

"I do have the equipment, if you'd like to see." I scoffed and pushed myself past him and into my room, shutting and locking the door. I finished towel drying my hair and then pulled it into a high ponytail. Pulling on a knee length brown skirt and a white and brown top, I thought about what I should do for the day. Besides finish my homework, that is.

The bathroom door opened and then I heard Clara's door open and shut. Taking that to be a sign that Punch was now gone, I unlocked my door and made my way to the kitchen.

Bread, eggs, milk, butter, sausage, and honey were all organized on the counter in less than two minutes. I toasted the bread, scrambled the eggs, cooked the sausage, poured a glass of milk, spread the butter and honey on the toast, and then put it all on a plate. After cleaning up any mess, I walked into the living room and started into my feast of a breakfast, the most important meal of the day.

"Psst, Parson!" I paused in wiping my mouth with my napkin, hoping that I was just hearing things. But the voice came again, followed by a groan. Mine.

I made my way into the hallway where Clara was leaning against the bathroom door.

"Sister, lovely sister. Can you get me a glass of water, some tylenol, and maybe some breakfast? And maybe some breakfast for Punch too?" Disbelief came to a screeching halt on my face and I shook my head.

"How old are you, Clara? Get off your lazy, hung over ass and do it yourself. And tell home dog to get up and out of my house."

Clara opened her mouth, shock written on her raggled features. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was still semi-up. She looked like hell. If I wasn't pissed for her having the nerve to ask me to make her and her one night stand breakfast, I would of laughed at her pain.

"I can't believe you! I'd do it for you!"

"I wouldn't get so pissed that I wouldn't realize there was no one in the bed that I was talking to, nor would I ever get as pissed as you on any account. You make your bed, you lie in it. Now get home dog out of your bed, make it, take a shower, and make your own damn breakfast." I turned around and made my way into the living room, still seething.

After disposing of my trash, I curled up into the large rocking chair with a book and tried to get away from it all. I'm sure steam shot out of my ears every now and then though.

Clara's bedroom door opened and shut and a few minutes later opened again. The steps were a little heavier than Clara's so I assumed Punch was leaving. Maybe she took my advice?

He got to the living room and was buttoning his jeans. He glanced up at me and then back down to the button. I kept my eyes on his face, wanting to smile and tell him not to come back.

"I'm going to go get Clara something to eat. Want something?" I spluttered, something I wasn't proud of, and threw myself from the rocking chair and down the hallway, slamming the door to my room.

The back door opened and shut and I listened for the sound of a car. When none came, I realized that he must of parked somewhere else so that dad wouldn't see when he left in the morning.

Well, didn't my alcoholic sister think of everything?

Time passed slowly and I was forcing myself to pay attention to my homework instead of listening for the door to open again. But when it did open, I forgot all about the equation I was trying to decipher and listened to the steady foot steps towards the rooms. They paused just outside of the bedrooms and then Clara's door opened and then shut again.

I huffed and turned back to my homework. Pencil brushing the paper quickly, I put everything out of my mind except what we had learned and what I was supposed to remember for the finals. I was so engrossed that I didn't hear my door open, nor did I hear Clara call my name (my real first name, suprisingly enough) for a few minutes.

"Ella! Geesh, are you deaf? Punch brought you a drink and a biscuit." She put the items on my desk and sat down on my bed, facing me. I stared at her, no expression on my face. She smiled lightly.

"I'm sorry for last night. And this morning." I shrugged and then turned back to my equation.

"You know Clara, if you want to sleep with guys behind your boyfriend's back, that's your own problem. I just wish you wouldn't bring them into this house where I have to deal with it. I like Michael and every time I see him, I feel nothing but pity for the poor, ignorant bastard."

Clara looked down, finally looking guilty.

"I told him. That's why I got so drunk last night. I told him everything. I don't know if we're going to get over this one, sis." And I finally felt pity for my sister. It was small, because she sort of deserved it, but she was still my sister.

"Have you learned your lesson then?" She smiled at me and nodded, standing up and heading towards my door as she did so.

"Oh, and Ella? Punch and I didn't sleep together last night. We just... talked." And then my door was shut and I was left alone with the offending equation, a biscuit and a drink.

A little over an hour later, I made my way from my room and into the living room, homework done, biscuit eaten, drink gone. Clara was in the bathroom, getting ready for work. And Punch was on the sofa, watching some British talk show.

"I'm taking your sister to work in a bit." I nodded and then raised my trash from what he had brought, mumbling a thank you. I felt bad, I think.

Oh I don't know. I'm not used to feeling that emotion.

I sat in the rocking chair again, fingers drumming on the side, and watched the talk show. I'd seen it before, but never this early in the day.

"I'm Scott, formally. Scott Punch." Okay, it was a last name.

"Ella Parson." He nodded and we continued to watch the show. Scott, for I refused to call him Punch anymore, wasn't paying much attention to the show, finding too much entertainment in looking around the living room at the pictures that littered the walls.

"Okay, Punch. I'm ready." Clara emerged in her uniform and smiled at me. I nodded to her and put my eyes back to the screen, mumbling a goodbye as they headed towards the back door.

As the door opened, I heard Scott speak.

"Your sister is kind of cool. I might come by more often." I rolled my eyes, smiling as I did so. I think I'd be okay with him stopping by every now and then. Maybe not at four in the morning though.

The door shut and I waited, listening to hear the car start, but nothing.

"Where the hell is he parked?"

A/N: Jayzoo, when was the last time I posted something, right? Well, if you're reading this right now, you're my hero. Thanks for sticking with me.
So I have this other story I'm working on and I'm maybe half way through but this summer is crazy. I'll try to post little one shots every now and then if I can though.
As stated in the beginning, this is dedicated to my sister. Something similiar to this happened to me one morning, hence why I wrote this.
Reviews are awesome.