Lily Harper (everyonehaunted) wrote in transition_rpg, @ 2012-10-25 19:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | 01.03.13, eva, eva and lily, lily |
The Dead Want Entertainment
Who: Eva and Lily
What: Attempts at sibling bonding
When: Thursday Evening - 01/03/2013
Where: Peach
Warning: Language
Lily had spent most of the day and well into the evening in bed as usual. The whole not working thing combined with spirits who didn’t want to shut up no matter how much she argued with them often resulted in her staying up until the wee hours of the morning and then sleeping well into the early evening. One day she’d have a normal sleep schedule. Or she’d manage to find some sort of job somewhere that fit into her own sleep schedule. It was a toss up. Thank god her mother had decided that space was something Lily needed and wasn’t trying to bug her, wake her or talk her into work or more education. Those weren’t the only options in life. Well. Maybe they were. Lily didn’t know anymore. Lily didn’t know anything anymore, and it had been like that for years. It might have been boring if she wasn’t so lost inside of it all.
All the ghosts were currently doing was asking her who Patrick was. Running a hand through her hair, Lily crossed her arms on the dining room table and glanced over at the spirit chattering at her. It was one who had apparently been in Peach for her entire life and now that her gift had “blossomed”, it wanted to make up for lost time. Or something. “I don’t have any idea who you’re talking about,” she told the woman,
“Your sister keeps writing the name.”
Oh. Great. “Please don’t spy on Eva and then tell me about it. It’s weird.” God, had they done this to Lawrence when they were kids? Watch her and then tell him about it? Which meant they may have also been telling her father about it. Though. This was sort of cute actually. Not the spirit spying, but her little sister fawning over some boy. “Patrick you said. Hmmmm. It might be worth finding out.” Then she pushed back from the table and started toward Eva’s room. Might be worth finding out about it indeed. Once she got to her sister’s door, she knocked and then waited, leaning against the wall next to the door. There was only about a five percent chance that Eva would hear her anyway. She was probably listening to music.
Eva had been doodling way too much since meeting Patrick officially. She'd thought he was cute before but getting to spend a whole day with him practically and talking to him via texting had left her more than a little smitten. So she'd taken a moment to be thoroughly girly and had scribbled his name about a billion times in her notebook. Different types of fonts and different colors. Little doodle drawings of flowers and butterflies and hearts. She thought she was losing her damn mind. She'd never been like this over a boy, especially one that she didn't really know too terribly well.
One who probably didn't even like her like that. One who probably could have any girl that he wanted. And those thoughts had her groaning at herself and rolling her eyes, taking off her headphones and tossing them on her bed. "You're such a girl," she muttered, annoyed at herself. She really shouldn't be freaking out like this or being so damn emo about it.
In taking off the headphones, she heard her sister's knock and blinked, flushing a little and slamming her notebook closed, forgetting she'd doodled on the front cover too. Not that she'd take the damn thing to school or anything. "Come in," she said, eyes flicking to the door as she folded her legs up Indian style beneath her.
Lily had honestly been about forty seconds away from just giving up and walking down the hall when she heard her sister's voice. Okay. Well. That had certainly been unexpected. In fact she had been banking on the fact that this wouldn't work so she could just slink off and do more of nothing again. Now she was being allowed entrance. Yay. Lucky her.
Opening the door, Lily stuck her head around the corner and grinned at her baby sister who looked just as surly and sarcastic as ever. "Hey," she said, entering the room, closing the door behind her and then just leaning against it. "So. How is everything?" They used to be so close, but she had totally forgotten how to do this. It was different when the common link had been obliterated.
Eva shrugged a little. "Alright," she said. She wasn't so sure how to do this either. They barely talked nowadays, partially because of how jealous Eva was that Lily had a gift she didn't want and she was left with nothing. "Can't complain. How're you?" Yeah, this was fucking awkward and weird.
If it only could have been as simple as Lily snapping her fingers and willing the "gift" over to her sister, she would have done so. It was perplexing and overwhelming and some spirits chattered on constantly about things that no one had ever wanted to know. Yeah, sure, a few of them were perfectly alright, but the majority of them seemed to be set on the task of driving her insane with all the talking.
"You know," she said with a shrug, "the usual." Which wasn't much. It was mostly staying up too late, not working, sleeping in too late and wandering aimlessly. Sometimes it involved reading. One more than one occasion it had involved near fires in the kitchen. "I'm thinking it might be time to get a job again." Or try one. They always failed so spectacularly.
Lily took a step forward, coming further into the room, brushing hair away from her face. She would have considered cutting it, but she recalled senior year of high school all too well. That had not been pretty. "Do you know a Patrick?" Real subtle.
Get a job again. Right. Like that would stick. Eva managed to keep her mouth shut though and not say that out loud. "What are you going to try out this time?" she asked. Of course then Lily asked her a question she wasn't prepared to answer. "What? No. I mean... yes... why?" she asked her sister, glancing over at her notebook and gasping a little, snatching the thing against her chest and crossing her arms over it. "He's just a friend. New kid."
Eva could have said something about it. Actually she was sort of surprised that her admission hadn't earned her a bit of snark from her sister. It was probably more than deserved considering her track record. "I don't know. I thought I'd check and see what was hiring." If any of the places among them hadn't fired her already, which might be difficult.
When her sister pulled the notebook against her chest and then proceeded to guard it like a baby, Lily frowned. Okay. That was a weird reaction. "No reason. One of the ghosts mentioned something. New kid at school then, I guess?" The wheels in her head were already spinning though. Mostly because of that hurried action. There was really only one reason she could think of for that, but she'd keep her mouth shut for the moment.
She nodded a little. "Yeah. He's nice." Better than nice, but Eva wasn't sure exactly how much she wanted to admit to her sister. "He came over yesterday," she explained. "Were they being nosy and snooping on me?" she questioned. She figured the answer was yes and it annoyed her. She couldn't see them and yet they spied on her and blabbed to her sister. Assholes.
Lily put up with people giving her entirely too many details almost every minute of just about every day. Since they were all dead their news was usually way out of date, just plain boring or gathered from bits and bobs they heard while spying. It was weird. She was never alone, but she sometimes felt like she had no idea what was actually going on in the real world. It was a combination that made her both want and not want to get as many details from Eva as possible. In the end, though, she just let her sister talk.
She didn't remember anyone being over, but then she had been asleep most of the day so it was hard to say. "I don't know about yesterday, but they've been spying today," she admitted. "At least one of them. They just get curious, and they're overprotective." And they missed the hustle and bustle of living some of them. "You have to believe me when I say that I tell them not to. It was less like tattling and more them asking about who he was, which makes me think that at least some of them had something better to do yesterday. They don't all do it." Now she was talking too much.
Looking at the ground, she sighed. "After me some of them decided that maybe they needed to spend more time trying to, I don't know, jumpstart you?" Lily ran a hand over her face. "So they hover and they shout and they talk and they try. Really, really hard." And she should have shut up several minutes ago because this was just going to upset everyone involved. "I've asked them not to do that, either, because, well, I didn't think you'd appreciate it much, but I think they keep hoping. Some of them." Man, this foot sandwich sucked.
Eva wasn't sure if she felt better or worse with her sister's words. They did spy but they had a good reason? Yeah right. No teenage girl wanted to be spied on by a living person or a dead one, good intentions or otherwise. Overprotectiveness was bad enough when it was your family, let alone when it was people that were dead. Even if the dead people around their family might as well have been family too. She just sighed a little at the words and focused on what else her sister had to say.
She just frowned as more words came out, making her feel even worse about not having a gift. The dead wanted to talk to her. Tried. Desperately tried. And yet she felt nothing. Heard nothing. Saw nothing. "Let them keep doing it," she muttered, leaning over to tuck her notebook into her side table drawer and flopping back on the bed, head against the pillows. "Maybe eventually my brain'll wake up and realize that I'm supposed to be like everyone else." Sure, her mother didn't have a gift, but that was different. Both of her siblings had it. It just wasn't fair.
Yeah, well, Lily wasn't surprised that she wasn't exactly being helpful, especially considering the subject. That was about par for the course where she was concerned. It would be nice if she didn't completely screw it up, though. The chance was slim but possible. Which was proven by what Eva said next. And that just made Lily want to yell at herself because the last thing she'd wanted was to hurt her sister's feelings.
"I didn't mean it like that. Your brain is fine one way or another. And who know what sort of trauma might be necessary." If it was even possible. "And maybe it's the sort of switch you wouldn't even want thrown. It's not as much fun as it seems. Stick with the living. They're a lot less confusing." They were also easier to escape.
"Yeah," she muttered. "Who knows what kind of trauma is needed. Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough." Perhaps she should start jumping off of taller trees or just give up and jump off of the house or something. Anything could jumpstart her possibly dormant medium abilities. If only. She sighed and shook her head. "Living people are just as confusing. Maybe more." Especially boys. "I think I'd feel more at home with the dead than I do the living."
Groaning, Lily settled herself onto the edge of Eva's desk and just looked at her sister. "Don't talk like that. It's not like it's worth trying to damage yourself in order to flip the switch." If there even was a switch, which was an awful thing to think, but it was still true. Just because she and Lawrence had it didn't mean that Eva did. That was another one of those weird gene flukes that no one could trace. If it was even a genetic thing. Lily had no idea. Science wasn't her thing. Apparently failing was her thing. At talking and working and whatever.
"I don't know. Living people seem to want less from you because they have their own shit to do most of the time. The dead want companionship or need closure or just want to talk. A lot of them seem to want entertainment, connection." Lily shrugged. "It's not as much fun as I think you think it is."
"You only say that because you hate it," Eva told her sister, looking up at Lily. "It doesn't even matter. Don't want to talk about that anymore." At least she wasn't asking more about Patrick at least. And even though she shouldn't have opened her mouth again, Eva just couldn't resist. "Why did you want to know about Patrick?" she asked. "Just because some ghost wanted to know?"
She couldn't keep her jaw from clenching when those words left her sister's mouth. Yeah. It was true. She did hate it. And she had always been relieved when she was younger that she didn't have it. "I don't think I'd like it any better if I had coveted it. It doesn't make you less special because you don't have to listen to dead people jaw at you all day long. If anything, it makes you more special in this family because you're not just another one of the freaks. You can be anything you want to be. You're not," she threw her hands up, "expected to force yourself into some known little box."
Rolling her eyes, she pushed away from the desk. "I was curious. You don't tell me shit anymore. Forgive me for being interested."
Eva just stared at her sister. "You're not a freak," she told her sister, annoyed at hearing that word. "I'm still considered 'one of the freaks' regardless because I live in a fucking funeral home." Sure she could be anything she wanted to be and no, she didn't give a flying, neon colored, rainbow painted fuck about what people had to say, but sometimes the words still stung when she caught wind of them.
"I don't know what to tell you," she told her sister. "You're always sleeping or off in your own little world. What am I supposed to say to you?" she asked. "I'm just supposed to wake you out of your daily coma to tell you that I'm interested in the hot deaf kid that I have no chance in ever having? Yeah, that sounds great."
She wasn't sure what Eva wanted her to say about that. Yeah, they lived in a house full of dead people and ghosts and bodily fluids and weird chemicals that got pumped in and out of things. Yes, she knew all the steps to preserve and care for someone once they had passed. When she was five, she had watched their father successfully reconstruct someone's missing ear so that his family wouldn't be disturbed at the open casket funeral. That was just the way it was. "Yeah. Well. People are morons," she said, which wasn't helpful and was just lame but whatever.
"Yes. Sure. Why not? It's not like I'm doing anything since I am, as you say, in my daily coma." Then she frowned. "Wait. He's deaf." That was interesting. Lily was sure they'd had deaf people in town before, but she couldn't think of any.
Eva nodded. "Yeah, but he can read lips. So long as I'm not like motoring through what I'm saying and all. And he's fun. And he thinks my hearse is cool. And he plays drums." And the way she was listing off his wonderful attributes told anyone with a pulse - and perhaps most without - that she thought Patrick was fucking amazing.
She might have been lost in a pretty selfish bubble for the last, oh, years, but Lily could still tell what gushing over a boy sounded like. That stopped her in her tracks, and it also made the smallest of smiles play over her lips because it was nice to hear Eva sound like that. Excited over something that didn't seem, well, potentially hazardous. "Plus the hot thing that you already mentioned," she said. "Why don't you think you have a chance with him?" Yes, she had been listening. The spirits had trained her well in that regard.
Eva blushed a little despite her best efforts not to. Her cheeks were so hot she was certain if her hair fell across the reddened skin that it would catch fire or at least smolder. Yes, Patrick was hot. On so many levels. "Because I'm the creepy girl that lives in the funeral home and drives a hearse," she told her sister. "Because he's gorgeous and funny and smart and he could have a billion girls if he wanted. And how would I even broach it? 'Call me maybe' isn't exactly the best option, ya know? I just met him. And this is crazy. Too crazy."
There were a lot of things that they didn't share but the habit of turning completely fire engine red was definitely a family trait. That made her smile a little bigger as she walked over and sat on the edge of her sister's bed. "If he was here then he probably already knows about the funeral home so I don't think that's such an issue. So he's probably also seen your car. If either of those were giant deterrents, he'd likely not be talking to you anymore. Is he still talking to you?"
"Also who says you have to rush into it? Just spend some time with him, see how it goes. It's too early to put all your eggs in the hot, deaf basket."
Lily had a point. Patrick was still talking to her. "He is," she said, nodding a little. "And it's not that I'm putting all my eggs in one basket I just... really like him. And it's weird. Confusing. I don't like people, ya know? Most of them are assholes. I tend to not bother. It's easier that way." And less painful though she pretended that she didn't care what people thought. For the most part that was true, but every once in awhile it hurt, stung.
"I'm just overreacting," she sighed. "I mean maybe if I just ignore it he'll ask me out if he's interested and if not, great, a new friend."
She nodded along with what her sister was saying even though she didn't actually believe it. Most people were pretty good underneath it all. A lot of times the rest of it was an act; it was all just posturing in one form or another. Maybe it was silly of her to think that about people, but she couldn't help it.
"Look. Eva, I know that high school can be rough, and everyone seems to be so focused on themselves and making themselves look good, but give them a few years. They'll blossom. Their growth will seem incredible. And everyone has a tough time in high school even if they don't act like it." Great. Now she sounded like an after school special or something.
"Just hang out with him and see where it goes, but he'd be insane to not like you. So if he's insane, then you won't want him anyway so it's a win win." Lily patted her sister's knee. "Do you want me to tell you all the ways that you're amazing? Because I will." Finding the good in other people, especially those she loved was easy.
Eva smiled at her sister's words. It was nice to be having a conversation where they weren't screaming at each other. "You really think that I'm amazing?" she asked her. Okay, so maybe it felt fucking awesome to have someone tell her she was amazing. Relative or not it was nice to get a compliment. It meant even more to know that someone like Lily, someone so pretty and smart, could think that she was anything better than average.
It was so nice to not be screaming at each other, which happened way too often as far as Lily was concerned. Seeing the issue and being able to curtail it before it happened, though, weren't the same thing. "Yeah. Who wouldn't think you're amazing, Ev? Let's see. You're unique, which always makes people jealous so I bet that's why some of the kids at school are mean. You're your own person as well. Not only are you extremely gifted when it comes to music, but you have the ambition necessary to really do something with that talent." Ambition was certainly something that Lily had always lacked. Even before the car accident, she had been a little aimless.
"You're so awesome that it's probably intimidating. Anyone who has you as a friend is really lucky. Extremely. You shine way too bright for our little town."
Yeah, they argued way too damn much and now with Lily telling her how amazing she was and how brightly her star shone, she felt guilty. So Eva shifted, wrapped her arms around her sister and hugged her tightly. "Thank you," she told her. It was hard not to feel pretty damn spectacular to know that even though they argued more often than not, Lily still thought so highly of her. "I think you shine bright too," she told her. "Even if you don't want to believe it."
Oh, there was nothing to feel guilty about. Siblings fought. That was just what they did. Lily envied her sister for having what, to her, seemed like the better gift, and Eva envied her for having the family gift, which Lily didn't want. There was going to be friction. It didn't mean either of them love the other any less. Lily hugged her sister back. "Any time, sis. Well. Not really any time when we're not spitting daggers at each other."
She brushed the compliment off. "That's just the sun reflecting off my hair and skin. It can be pretty blinding sometimes."
Eva rolled her eyes as she pulled back. "Whatever," she said, sticking her tongue out at Lily. "You can't be a Harper and not shine brightly. It runs in our blood." Whether they all wanted to accept that fact or not. "I like your skin, and your hair. Patrick's a redhead too," she grinned. "I wonder what he's doing," she pondered. "Maybe I should call him. But if he comes over again, keep your ghosties to yourself," she teased.
Lily couldn't help but grin when her baby sister stuck her tongue out at her even though she tried to make a stern face. It failed. Of course. Like most things she tried. "We'll see," she said. If there was anything left in her to shine, she hadn't found it. Maybe it was time to search a little harder. Once she figured out how to go about doing that.
"Is he?" she asked with a quirk of an eyebrow. "Just what this family needs, more red hair. How's that work anyway? Does he talk or just sign and text? Are they teaching signing at the school so people can talk to him or just treating him like some sort of leaper?" Lily was pretty sure she knew the answer to that one already.
"If he comes over, I'll ask them to stay away, but," she shrugged. It was really hard to get the spirits to listen to her, especially considering how she was known as the "late bloomer" to most of the regulars.
"He is," Eva said nodding. "He has an interpreter that follows him around. But he uses his phone to communicate, typing things out and what not. At least that's how he talked to me. And he taught me a few signs. I wanna learn more." Something else to toss herself into but Lily would probably approve of that more than she would approve of Eva doing crazy things for a rush.
"I don't really care. Let them spy if they want. If I have to go somewhere else I'll go out," she said, shaking her head a little. "Why do you hate it so much?" she asked after a moment. "Being a medium, I mean. Is it really that bad?"
As if high school wasn't already enough of a torture ground for most people. Lily frowned. "That doesn't sound so hot. Maybe the school will take the initiative and get a signing program or something set up." Right. And maybe she would keep her next job for longer than a few months. It wasn't like Lily knew anyone at the school board to approach or anything. Plus they probably wouldn't have taken her seriously. "Maybe you can talk one of your teachers or the weird town librarian into asking about it at the next school board meeting or something. What signs have you learned?" Eva being interested in something other than stupid risks was a major plus in Lily's book.
The question made her hesitate. Then she shrugged. "Maybe. I mean. There's not really a way to get away from them. They can find you any place, anywhere. If they want to. Some of them are lonely, some are demanding, some are curious. Most just want someone to listen. I can listen." She had listened to just about everyone when she was younger, she had always been the ready ear and shoulder among her friends. "I just never wanted it. The lines blur. It gets weird. You start talking to yourself in public. Well. It looks like that, but you're not really. You're talking to them because they're always there. It's complicated, Ev, and I'm explaining it badly." Lily buried her hands in her hair. "Once this light switch goes on, it doesn't really flip off. Think about living in a room with the lights on all the time."
"That'd be nice, but I doubt it. I feel bad for him having that weird guy following him around, but I guess there really isn't much choice for him, not at DHS." Lily's idea was actually a good one and she nodded a little. "Maybe I'll see if someone can at least bring it up. I mean even if nothing comes of it, at least I'll have tried." Anything to make Patrick's life a little easier would be nice. It wasn't fair that he got stuck with some guy following him around because the school board didn't want to deal with spending a little more money.
When Lily explained things the way that she did, Eva rethought being a medium. She hadn't realized that she wouldn't be able to turn it off. That sort of put a damper on the idea of being awesome and communicating with the dead. "All the time?" she asked. "Like even when you're in the bathroom? Showering? With some guy...?" Yeah, the thought of making out or going further with someone and then some creepy ghost coming out of the woodwork to ask a question or just to be there would be kind of freakish and there would be no easy way to explain that to a lover.
If there was a way to figure it out, Lily hadn't figured it out, and she was sort of ashamed to ask her dad or brother because, well, they were Harpers. She was a Harper. This was part of her birthright. She was supposed to want it, the way that Lily wanted it, and having it, she was supposed to appreciate it. Just a heap more things to make her feel terrible and disappointing.
Lily ran a finger over the seam of the bed cover and shrugged. "It's on all the time for me anyhow. Most of them get the message to stay away during certain," it was her turn to blush a bit, "activities but not all of them. And some of them are way bigger blabbermouths than other. It's like dealing with normal people. Who can be anything whenever they want." Explaining it to lovers had gotten tedious, and Lily had pretty much just stopped dating. It was easier that way.
"Maybe you should practice or something. I mean I'm sure Dad figured out some happy medium. Pun intended. He did have three kids. Must have decided on some code or something to keep them out when he was getting busy." Not that she wanted to think about her father getting busy. Ew. So she pushed that thought aside and focused on the conversation between her sister and herself. "I wish I could make it easier," she told her. "I hate seeing you miserable..." Jealous or not, she didn't want her sister upset.
"Practice is probably better than ignoring them," which was what she did most of the time. "Or just actively listening to them more." Their father and Lawrence had both been dealing with these problems for years. "Maybe I should just be more assertive with them. Or barter." Hell, she would bribe them for some peace and quiet every now and again. The issue was, of course, getting the ghosts to agree to the deal.
Eva's words made her frown and shake her head. "I'm not really miserable. I don't think that's the best description. Drifing might be better. Aimless. But thanks, sis, I don't want you to be miserable, either, which is why I don't think you should worry too much about getting this guy. Give it some time. See what happens. Of course if he hasn't asked you out in, like, a week, let me know so I can round up my living friends to help torment him," she said with a wink. Not that most of her living friends were ambitious enough for such a feat.
"Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll ask me out. If not, it's cool. He's still fun to hang out with. And he plays drums. I'm tempted to start up a band or something. I do know that he thinks I'm beautiful," she grinned. "He showed me how to sign beautiful and called me it a lot when we were hanging out in the music store. Said he'd even give me my sign language name. Isn't that cool?" Okay, she was gushing a little. She couldn't help it. He was hot and adorable and talented and funny and sweet all rolled up into one amazing little package. She might have heaved a sigh of awe about him in that moment though she couldn't be sure. "Thanks. I'm glad that we talked without ripping each other's hair out."
Her sister's gushing was adorable, but Lily kept that observation to herself. Mostly because it made her want to reach over and ruffle Eva's hair, which she highly doubted would be taken well. "Him calling you beautiful constantly is a pretty good start. It at least proves that he has eyes." Then she frowned slightly. "What's a sign language name? Do you get a special sign or something?" That sounded pretty cool actually.
"Yeah. We should try to manage this more often." The fighting was never her idea of a good time no matter how often she had started the squabbles.
"Yeah," she said. "You get your sign language name from a deaf person," she explained. Which is sort of cool because someone else gets to pick it. But it'd be a sign that means me, ya know? I think it's awesome." She didn't know much about sign language thus far, but what she did know about it she thought was beautiful. She wanted to learn more. She wondered to herself if her parents would let her take a class in it and she pondered over asking them later.
"We should," Eva agreed. "You're not so evil after all," she grinned.
Well that was certainly interesting. "Huh," she said. "Cool. I guess when you get one, show me. It sounds neat to say the least. I bet they have classes in Boston that you could take. Or maybe even something online. If you wanted to get ahead on the whole communication front." If Eva wanted it, Lily had no doubt that their parents would support her with it. They had always doted on all of their children, which was why she was still living there all unemployed and useless.
"What can I say? You caught me on a good day," Lily said with a wink.
"I thought about it," she said, nodding a little. "Maybe surprise him with my newfound ability to communicate and understand," she grinned. It would be fun at least. Even if they just ended up being friends. "I might check into it and see if there's something mom and dad can afford to let me take. I guess it's better than jumping out of trees and stuff, right?" she smiled. Surely her parents would think so too.
"We need to have more good days."
"It's certainly a good skill to have, right? How many people even know sign language? It can't be enough. I'm sure the rents will be fine with it. If you want it, they'll figure out a way." The mention of Eva and her sometimes completely irrational behaviors just made Lily squeeze her eyes shut. "Maybe don't make that comparison to them. And quit doing that or I will make a ghost follow you around." Mostly an empty threat.
Lily stretched and stood up. "I agree. We totally need more good days. Maybe I'll set a reminder on my phone."
Eva rolled her eyes but in a teasing manner. "I'll make sure to just say that I want to expand my horizons," she said with a little laugh. She didn't promise that she wouldn't jump out of trees because she didn't like to make promises that she couldn't keep.
"Maybe we should hang out more or something?" she said. "Like have a sisterly bonding day or something." She shrugged a little. "I want to get close with you again," she sighed. "We're sisters. Maybe we should act more like it."
It was easier for Lily not to worry too much about her baby sister splitting her head open with some stunt when she wasn't reminded about it. Eva was Eva, though. If she wanted to do it, she would. No amount of fussing from the rest of them would probably dissuade her all that much. "I think that would be for the best."
"That sounds good. I'm normally up by the time you're home from school. And there's weekends. Maybe have a weekly movie and coffee sort of thing. I'd like that." They had really drifted entirely too far apart. "You can tell me all about this Patrick character so the spirits don't feel it's necessary for them to spy on you."
Eva smiled, glad that her idea had gone over fairly well. "We should pick a day. Maybe Wednesday since I have early release those days," she suggested. "We can hang out and do movie night those nights. Either here or go out to a movie, just do something fun." Which would not only make their parents happy but it would be nice to feel closer to her sister again. They definitely had drifted too far apart and anything she could do to close the gap between them would be nice.
Lily nodded and brushed a hand through her hair again. "Whenever. Your schedule totally dictates all of this more than mine." Considering that her schedule pretty much consisted of nothing followed by more nothing with time out for a little bit more of the nothing all factored in around eating, sleeping and reading, which was something that she was managing to do a lot more of since all of her attempts at gainful employment failed.
"Movies on Wednesdays. Middle of the week break sort of. It'll be good," she said as she moved toward the door. "Should I leave you alone so you can text Patrick and see if he wants to hang out?" She managed to keep herself from adding a wink to go with the question.
She grinned and flushed a little. "Yeah," she nodded. "Be thinking on what movie you wanna see on Wednesday," she suggested. "I'll see if Patrick's busy tonight." Hopefully he wouldn't be and she could casually ask him on a not-date. Yeah, totally crushing way harder than she wanted to admit. "And Lily? Thanks," she said. "For the sisterly advice. I needed it."
"Oh, I'm easy. Anything that doesn't involve too many dead people. We get enough of that at home." Skirting the lines of good taste but still true. "No problem," she said and then smiled at her sister. It was nice to be able to talk to her again without the yelling and the resentment and the jealousy. Things were in no way completely back to normal, but it was one small step that was actually a huge leap. "Good luck."
Then she opened the door and ducked into the hall, rolling her eyes at the spirits lingering there. "Shoo, guys. Seriously. Let's go find you some reality television. Those people are paid to be gawked at."