|A Mud Room Fight Overheard
Author: girlandbook PM
A younger sister overhears a fight between her older sister and her way opposite boyfriend. Doesn't really have a plot, kinda just popped in my head. Its fluffy! See if the sister learns anything and if the couple stop fightingRated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Words: 1,283 - Published: 05-09-09 - id: 2670924
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I walked through the sliding glass door from the deck to the kitchen. As soon as I walked in I heard shouting.
"Wes what's the matter with your face?! Oh, my God, please don't tell me you've been fighting again?" My sister shouted at her boyfriend.
"Umm...maybe." He replied.
I looked to the kitchen island where my mother, and my two aunts were sitting.
"Where are they?" I asked quietly.
"The mud room." Mom replied.
Ooh. No wonder I couldn't see them. No matter, I quietly pulled out a chair and sat at the island with the women and continued to listen.
"What are they fighting about?"
"Apparently he went to that fighting party thing his friends hosted yesterday." My Aunt Shannon answered. "You should see his face!" She
"I thought you weren't going to do that again!?" My sister asked.
"I know...I just couldn't help myself." Wes chuckled, being the same class clown he'd always been.
"Wes you are so stupid!" She exploded.
"Sophie calm down. Look at me. I'm fine. See?" He said calmly, trying to soothe my neurotic sister.
"No it's not fine! You've got a black eye, a bruise the size of my ha-" She was suddenly cut off. I heard some smacking noises, wet smacking
noises if you catch my drift. Then there was some heavy panting.
"You just can't do that! I was trying to talk!" I could hear the smile that was tugging at her lips.
"Oh, you know you wanted to kiss me." Wes laughed.
"No I didn't actually. I was trying to explain to my-" A loud gasp came from the mud room. I could only guess what Wes was doing.
"Wes stop." Sophie tried saying with a strong voice. "Will you please stop kissing my neck as I am talking to you?"
"Ugh, fine. You know what the next time you get in a fight and come to me whining that your head or arms hurt or whatever because you've
been fighting all day I'm not going to hold your hand or kiss your bruise or get you ice. Okay?" Sophie belted out in a bossy voice.
I never really understood how my sister and Wes were together. I mean, my sister, Sophie, was smart, some what plain, bossy and easily flew
off the handle about something. She's always been overly emotional. She took some things way to seriously and while others she didn't.
Sometimes she could be really uptight and prudish about things. I never understood how she was so attracted to Wes who is this laid back,
class clown, who never cracks a book in his life. He always seems calm and is always cracking a joke. Everything he does, no matter the
situation he is always trying to get Sophie to smile or laugh....even when they're fighting.
It always seemed like Sophie was coming home every other day with some story about Wes and his friend in English class. One day it'd be
something hilarious while the next she was fuming mad at him for being "rude", "arrogant", or a "jerk". I don't know. I got tired of the stories
after a while but my mom would sit and listen, give her advice or laugh at the right places.
So about 3 months ago when my sister came home from school so happy that I could've burned all her books and she would have just smiled at
me, I knew something big had happened. She ran upstairs depositing her books in her room when she jumped off the second to last step into
the kitchen and shouted happily,
"I have a date! With Wes!" She started laughing and dancing around.
I was shocked. Wes? Wes who always annoyed her? Wes who she was always complaining about?
My mom just sat there with a knowing smile and said. "That's great!" My aunts congratulated her while I still sat there with my mouth hanging open.
"No. Of course you're going to take care of me." He replied happily.
Sophie's voice seemed to be taken aback. "What? Did you just hear a word I just said?"
"Soph, you talk all the time. Please shut up for 5 minutes and kiss me already." Wes replied, sighing a little.
"What? N-" She was cut off once again. And I can only assume the kissing started.
They broke apart. "I will not take care of you. I'm sick of all this fighting it's so stupid!"
"Yes you will." He kissed her quickly. "Because that's who you are. That's what you do. You take of people. You are helpful. You don't care if they
don't want the help you just give it no matter what." He kissed her again. "You are a wonderful, amazing person. You always put people before
you and never think of yourself." He told her intensely, softly. I could hear the love in his voice.
"Wes..." My sister whispered.
"I know I've been selfish with all this fighting thing. I know it's stupid, but it's exhilarating. But you are too, and so much more." He kissed her
"I can't....I...I don't know what to say." Sophie stammered.
"Wow, I made the queen of talking speechless." Wes laughed. "Oh, don't pout at me like that." He laughed once again. I heard a bump against
the wall. "You know what that does to me."
Now Sophie laughed, but her laugh was soon muffled by the presence of another mouth.
"Ugh, when are you going to let me kiss you first?" Sophie asked sarcastically.
"I dunno. I guess you're skills aren't as good as mine." Wes sighed sadly, with his normal sarcasm.
"Oh, shut up." She said, I could hear that grin she gave him.
"Why don't you shut me up?" Wes laughed and it was his turn to be cut off, to be interrupted.
They didn't resurface for a few minutes.
With heavy breathing I heard Sophie, "Wes?"
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too."
I turned my head from the mud room door to see the women of my family smiling softly and my mother crying quietly.
Suddenly we heard the door open and out came the hidden couple. They walked hand in hand. Sophie's face was flush red but with a goofy,
happy smile on her face, her wild curly hair was even more out of place than normal. Wes' face was red too, but with bruises and a black eye.
His shaggy dark brown hair was mussed, sticking up in different directions.
"Hey!" Sophie called out merrily. Talk commenced between the women as I watched my older sister and Wes look at each other with love in
their eyes. He squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead, her smile grew even wider.
I sat, thinking, maybe opposites do attract and maybe they do last. If it does, and If my sister found it, it should be out there waiting for me.
I caught Sophie's eye and she winked at me, like she knew what I was thinking. She gave me my answer. I'd just have to wait for it. It may end
up being my best friend or the boy who annoyed me in English class, just like Wes and Sophie. I guess I'd just have to wait and see. In return I
smiled back at my sister. Watching her and Wes talk and being their happy selves.