Sure Thing

"Where is your sister?" Artemis turned at the sound of the female's voice, then blinked twice.

"Oh." She breathed easily. "Ashley."

"Yes." Ashley rolled her eyes. "Who else would it be?"

The other one, Artemis thought yet she was surprised.

"She's up—" Artemis stopped talking as she smiled, aware that Ashley's eyes were following her.

Kyle was walking with his left hand around Amelia's waist, they were chuckling about something, she had her books in one hand and he had her laptop in another.

She looked much better than Artemis thought she would've. Then Amelia looked at her and looked down quickly, she'd never seen her sister look ashamed much and it was a handful of times which all began when their dad died and Amelia had to be her parent.

When she'd forgotten to pick up Artemis one day—she got a drive with Pablo's older brother.

When she'd forgotten the brand of cereal that Artemis wanted and proceeded to apologise profusely for three days until Artemis snapped for it.

When she'd burnt Artemis' uniform because she was trying to cook and iron at the same time. Artemis had taken over ironing her clothes when her sister was cooking since she felt annoyed that Amelia did everything for them both.

Now, she was upset that her sister had seen her like this. Before she could open her mouth as they got to the counter, Artemis pushed a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of her.

Amelia sat down, smiling softly at the plate in that weird way of hers that was when she was appreciative of someone doing something kind but also embarrassed.

"Ar—"

She put her hand up, "No apologies. Please. Just eat. I'll get you some juice."

Amelia sat down and started to eat, unused to having breakfast being made for her, although it was four in the evening and she was still happy that Kyle had stayed when she'd gone to take a shower, he'd talked to her through the curtain when she began crying again.

He'd helped her half dry her hair, apologising multiple times for not knowing how to handle the thick tangles. She smiled at him even now, as he was subconsciously holding onto one of the tangles.

She didn't remember when last she'd allowed someone to really touch her hair that intimately. Except her sister of course.

Then she looked across at Ashley, her best friend, someone who knew her quite well over the last year and a half. And at Ashley's open mouthed expression.

Kyle Marshall had just come down the stairs with Amelia and was now touching her hair. From her bedroom.

He was standing barefoot in their kitchen with a small smile on his lips, but Ashley's ire tampered down a small bit as she saw the look in Kyle's green eyes at Amelia, he didn't look lustful, he didn't look upset, he didn't look mad nor malicious.

He looked hopeful.

"Ashley, are you okay?" Amelia's voice snapped her back to the present.

"Yeah, I'm okay." She tried not to let her discomfort show on her face.

"Are you...?" Her voice trailed off as Amelia looked from Kyle, who'd been looking down at her to Ashley.

"Have you guys met?" Artemis asked, piping in with a solemn expression.

Ashley shook her head. Barely. "Not exactly. We sort of know each other from school." Then she paced by adding on slowly, "Kyle."

"Ashley." He nodded at her, not missing a beat. Artemis pushed ice pops to the table, Kyle grabbed one.