Lilly Is Just Too Sweet

"I'm home," says Lilly, opening the door. She doesn't have to say that every time she enters her own house--we're not japanese. Wait, we're not right? Hell if I knew about the old user genetically.

Anyway, it isn't the most convenient time for Lilly to come home.

Because I am bringing two girls into our house. One with with a bruised arm and another, a drilling girl sitting at the opposite couch from me.

Our coach needs repair now.

Her bag drops as if it's a woman tear. Lilly's mouth gaps open as she pointing at her own kind but better (with the amount of breast evidently.)

As Sohee turns around to see my sister at the door, she offers her an apology smile and says, "I'm sorry for coming in so sudden, Lilly. I--"

Lilly waves her hand. It appears her face is red, "nonono, Sohee-nim." She clears her throat, "It's all right, it's just, just," her eyes glance at Mei and return to Sohee, "two seems exaggerating, right?"

Mei bows slightly, "I--I'm Mei." I think Mei doesn't like too much being inside here but when Lilly walked in, her trembling becomes less. I don't know, it looks like it, I'm no mathematician who can calculate our doomsday with numbers. Mei continues, "thank you for letting us stay for a while."

It's more of a 'thanks for being here.'

My little sister's glare punches me in the face.

Lilly releases MY sneaker (it got wet goddamit) and dashes to the kitchen with her white cute feet.

"Is--Is Lilly okay?" Sohee turns to me and asks.

I shrug.

Mei's eyes incline and her lips cower inside her mouth. I imagine she thinks it's her fault for creating this awkward atmposhere. I don't think so. And I don't want to tell you that.

I stand up, "excuse me for a bit," and sadly left the two girls by themselves and to the kitchen.

What am I looking at?

Lilly is searching for a treasure in each cabinet. The glass jug is standing on the table, ready and proud. Lilly hears my coming and she twirls around with a gust.

"Great you're here," Lilly says as she closes a drawer, "where is the sugar?"

I point at myself.

"Not funny," Sohee glares.

I shrug, "why do you need sugar anyway?"

"Idiot, how is that not obvious?" she jabs a finger at the jug and two glasses, "I'm making them a juice."

"You can make juice?"

Her eyes twitch, "well no," she returns to the open refrigerator and takes out a bottle of orange, "I just make an orange drink."

Oh, all right. Juice is a fancy word anyway. No ordinary person gulps down juice every day because they are money-desperate.

The bottle slams with a thud.

Lilly groan, "sugar where? We have guest waiting."

"I don't think they need an orange drink."

"Sugar."

I sigh, "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I forgot where I put it."

She grunts and ignores me as she continues on her quest to find sugar. She doesn't find it.

But hey, I find the transparent container of white which can be either salt or sugar or cocaine. Either way, it's a necessity for every person who has tried it.

Lilly grabs it away from me, snapping me out. "Standing around and saying nothing again. You've gotten crazy lately."

"Well, not yet. Just bear with it, I do that sometimes."

Her eyes turn soft as if her glaring killing-intent melted into concern. Her mouth trembles, words are coming out. "Are you fee--" but then she stops. Sadly.

Ignoring me, she starts to make the orange juice.

I decide how to show her concerning about other.

"Won't sugar make it sweeter?" That's a lot sweeter than 'I'm a bad boyfriend because I love you too much.' That already makes someone want to die."

"What do you know?" Lilly snorts, scooping out big amount of white sands, "the sweeter something is the better it is."

I touch her hand, stopping them mid-air before she can put sugar in the jugs of orange. "They would not like that, believe me. And also you should know better, with that kind of thinking you will get die..diebetes?"

"Diabetes," Lilly corrects me with her eyes of disappointment. Oh, just a bit of wrong there, just ignore it. Don't sweat grammar, nerd.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lilly says.

"I'm..." little did I know it's an unintentional distraction.

Her hand releases the sugar in the jug. I'm too late.

Can't do anything about it now. I back away and shrug, "nevermind."

Lilly places the jug of poison and two glasses on the tray.

Just two?

"Why not make it four glasses?"

"I'm not going to bother the living room," she says, "I have homework anyway."

"Then why not three?"

She glares and I could see my idiotic self reflecting on her black pupil, "go and ready your own cup."

Glasses > cups.

She holds up the tray and I am tempted to shove it off and let gravity does the breaking part. In that way I can save both of our guests from poison. Or maybe just Sohee. Mei could have some. It's the least she deserves after breaking one of her friend's arm anyway.

I stay in the kitchen as Lilly is giving them the orange drink. After 'make yourself home' and 'thank you', Lilly and Sohee engage in a light conversation about school and study. Which takes five minutes. I swear they almost got into political and cat talk, but fortunately that didn't happen.

Lilly returns to the kitchen.

"Why are you still here?" She eyes me with disgust, "just have to say, our parents would be disappointed in you."

I look at the walls hiding the two girls, "with their quality, I think that would make them happy instead."

"Wh--how?"

I shrug, "imagine your nephews."

"Ew, fuck off, Don't you ever thought of defiling them idiot," she says almost shouting but I guess she knows not to let the victim hear when we're talking behind them, "one of them is the negative girls, that is one. Another is, aren't they are little too young for you?"

Look who's being the number one fan here.

Young is the word all right but they're at the legal age. They are, if my memories is truly correct. I don't even trust what comes out from what I know nowadays. I also don't think much about it.

I decide to reply Lilly with, "I'm twenty one."

"What's that to prove?"

"I'm also young."

"They are younger."

"I don't know if you just want to spend some time with me or jealous right now."|

She flushes, "what do you mean jealous idiot I wouldn't!"

"Whatever you say, Miss Big Fan."

She groans with a hint of resignation, "fuck you." She left the kitchen.

And I could hear the door bangs.

O-oh, looks like someone gets her soft spot kick. Not that it's my intention to hurt you.

As I return to the living room, Sohee greets me with a wry smile.

"Is it because of us?" Her voice worry.

Mei also is biting her lips now, anticipation my answer.

"Don't worry," I assure them, "it's an everyday life scenario so don't let it bother."

"O--Oh…"

Sohee and Mei sigh relief.

"You two okay?"

"It-s all right," a dry laugh from Sohee, "maybe I'm worrying too much."

Her glasses eyes land on Lilly's orange drink.

She tries to reach it.

Oh no, "Sohee, I think--"

But her thirst gets the better of her.

She drinks the poison.

Poor Sohee.