"Jenny this has to stop." Steve said proud to have finally gotten the guts up to intrude on his sister.
Not only had she completely messed up high school, but she had also gotten fired from the shitty convenience store job she held. Sure she was depressed, but being depressed didn't mean you got a golden ticked for giving up on life.
"Stop acting like our dad." Jenny said still staring halfway onto the television, watching nothing in particular sitting under a flickery LED light.
"We don't have that, and..." Steve trailed off now the wind was out of his sails.
"I shouldn't have snapped at you." Jenny said even under her blanket covering most of her pale skin still recognizable as the easy going cheer leader she had once been.
Despite being depressed she still kept up a workout regimen. Steve kind of wondered, if she was really depressed, or if everything had just become disgusting her.
"No it's fine... Look this is hard for me I mean you are so much better than all of this." Steve said pointing at the room which was basically a broom closet.
"No." Jenny said shaking her hand reaching for a cigarette apparently unable to face him.
Steve just stood there eying her, Jenny wriggled her toes, and blew a smoke ring.
"Can you sit next to me?" She finally asked before French inhaling a good chunk of cigarette.
"What in bed?" Steve asked seriously wondering what the hell this was about.
"Do you see a couch? Talking doesn't make me feel any better." Jenny said trying to smile, failing.
"Fine." Steve said, and Jenny raised the blanket.
Their mom wasn't home, and they were siblings so it wasn't that weird. What was odd though was that the blanket smelled strongly of her, of a woman that was.
Jenny leaned her head on his shoulder still watching the TV intently taking an occasional drag.
"I missed this." Jenny then finally said putting out her cigarette.
Steve wanted to bolt, but the hard on in his pants hadn't gone away yet.
"Well you'd have a boyfriend, if you didn't you know... Sit here all day." Steve said feeling jealous of the fact that Jenny could potentially have anyone.
Hell all the girls he had picked up left soon after, citing that he was a terrible person, and saying he was literally fucking his sister. Jealousy made women do crazy shit.
"And?" Jenny asked putting a hand over his shoulder holding on tightly.
"You know that's a good thing... I mean people don't want to be alone all the time, look I'm half going crazy what with not having anyone. People think you are some weirdo creep, if you can't get women." Steve tried to explain, although the same probably didn't apply to women quite as much.
"You are my weirdo creep." Jenny said as, if that was all she needed.
"So are you like a lesbian, or asexual?" Steve asked wanting to know just what was going on with her.
"I tried, I really did Steve." Jenny said quietly putting a leg over his.
"What the hell does that mean?" Steve asked wondering how you could fail asexuality considering that his shit life had made him a honorary one.
"Do you really want to know?" Jenny asked lighting two cigarettes, and handing him one.
