For someone who had spent years of her life watching horror flicks, one would think that Glenda would have worn being startled by her sister a little better. Nope. She screamed like a five year old girl and had to convince herself that the warm water running down her legs was from the shower head and not because Belinda had just scared the piss out of her. Her fear was short-lived, though, and quickly washed down the drain to be replaced with anger and agitation. Her arms were slick with water, but that did little to help her slide out of her sister's embrace. She fought tooth and nail -- quite literally -- to get away. She initially did not intend for her swats and flails to hurt her sister -- oh wait, yes she did. Because who in their right mind came in at someone while they were in the shower?
"WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
Glenda's cheeks were bright red, a flush that crept down past her jawline and tinted her neck. She shoved her sister away and pulled the shower curtain up to block her figure from sight. So what if they were identical twins and anything Glenda had, Belinda had to? Well, technically, Glenda doubted her sister had the same piercings she did. But the thing was, she didn't want to know. There was such a thing as privacy, but her sister seemed to know fuck all on the matter. She blinked away as water dripped down into her face. "Jesus Christ, Bee. You can't wait the ten minutes it'll take for me to get paint out of my hair before you start smothering me? Fuck. Go wait in the bedroom or something." She slammed the curtain shut as forcefully as she could, which was to say not at all because it kept trying to stick to her leg.
When she didn't immediately hear the door shut, she shouted again. "Get out! Let me be naked in peace!" Glenda continued with her shower, little regard to whether or not she hurt Belinda's feelings. If she did, she knew she'd pay for it once she was out of the shower, but not a moment sooner.