Who: Annie & Lexie Tibbits What: Annie wonders when her sister lost every smart she had considering who she's pining after should have gone to bed earlier, but wants to see about her older sister. When: Early Monday morning after this. Where: Lexie's Bedroom, Tibbits house Rating: PG, possibly PG-13.
Annie hadn't even been sure she should admit to seeing anything, figuring Lexie hadn't meant to post it for all the world to see. She would likely pick up on her faux pas quickly and have it suddenly vanish. She had looked out into the hallway though and hadn't noticed a light on in Lexie's room. Anything she could think to say could very well wait until morning (if Lexie was even sleeping after that). Besides it seemed a little odd to just show up after that and just ask if everything was fine and if she wanted to talk. That only sounded so smooth after all.
Plus it had also been a bit enlightening if it was true and not some sort of ruse so the rest of the Tibbits family wouldn't want to beat up David. Like that would really happen. Well... Annie wouldn't, but then she had rather ineffectual fists that only worked when the guys fell down as soon as she pretended to hit them like the movie. Which had been a large part of what kept her from sleeping that night worrying about trying to get things just so and wondering what sort of wreck Lexie was going to be in the morning. She had finally given up on only barely sleeping and got up, checking the mirror quickly to straighten out her hair and head into the kitchen. It didn't take long to make a pot of coffee and toast. She filled up two cups, putting them on a tray with the toast and going over to Lexie's room and knocking. "Room service," she added, putting on a smile and hoping she sounded too-chipper-for-morning.