Raelee and Noelle Hue
“God, Rae. You’re so freaking tired.” Noelle pointed, nudging her sister with her foot. The girl sat atop one of the trashcans. She was so light, that it was no wonder how the can didn’t fall over with her sitting on top of the lid so…gracefully. She held a needle between her fingertips, poking herself gently as her older sister looked up at Will’s apartment. She felt easily annoyed when it came to standing outside by the street. It felt like people were watching her, and perhaps they were. What should she have done, go up to the door and knock? He said to wait, that’s what they planned to do, but she was getting a smidge bit anxious.
“Nono, are you really planning on giving him the bow? He’s not going to wear it.”
“It’s red and black, of course he’s going to wear it. Besides, we’re going to get married someday.”
“You’re such a kid.” Raelee muttered, moving past her sister and settling herself down on the stoop’s stairs. She could tell Nono was losing her temper, the way she slammed her heel into the side of the aluminum can. It wasn’t hard to tell. The girl was so short, she was like the baby of the group. And everyone treated her that way. It was a given.
The older sister rubbed her hands together, rolling her eyes as Nono sighed heavily, as if she had been wounded. She was very theatrical in her own way. When will the others hurry up and arrive? She didn’t like being out in the open with her younger sister. It just felt dangerous. Ever since she and her sister ran away, it was good to lay low.
“You’re worrying again.” Noelle murmured. “You’re thinking about them, aren’t you?”
“No.” Raelee stood up and walked up the steps before she leaned against the door.
“You are though. You get that crease in between your eyes when you think about them. You said they wouldn’t bother looking for us, so…”
“I’m not thinking about them. Will you just shut up? You talk too much and you’re giving me a headache.”
“Fine.” Noelle shot, crossing her arms.