Sarah and Wendy - "I can't believe you kissed my brother."
Sarah was thirteen when she first caught Kate’s sister kissing JJ. She was old enough that she understood the basics of attraction, in as much some people liked other people and wanted to kiss them. She just didn’t care much about that, and it was still completely gross to see someone kissing her brother.
“I can’t believe you kissed my brother,” she said, making a disgusted face when she was hanging out with Kate and Wendy traipsed through, short skirt and heeled boots making her legs look a million miles long.
“Believe it, kid,” Wendy said, checking her lipstick in the mirror on the wall by the door, then fluffing her hair. “Cause it’s gonna happen again.”
Kate pretended to throw up in her mouth, as a loyal best friend should, and Sarah through a pillow at the back of Wendy’s head--which would have been more successful if she wasn’t standing in front of a mirror. Or telekinetic.
The pillow froze, midair, then shot back at Sarah with deadly accuracy, surrounded by a faint red glow. Sarah sputtered when it hit her in the face, then glared at Wendy’s back as she grabbed her purse and left with a little wave.
“It’s still gross,” she muttered, tossing the pillow aside.
“Totally,” Kate agreed. “I promise I won’t ever kiss your brother, even if he tries one day.”
“That’s why you’re my best friend,” Sarah replied, reaching for the red nail polish. “And why your sister will always be a weirdo.”
“Definitely.”
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Sarah was 24 when Wendy caught her making out with Pete on his parents couch. To be fair, no one was supposed to be home, so they’d put in a movie and...then got distracted, like they usually did, and Wendy had come home early with Laura.
“I can’t believe you kissed my brother,” Wendy said, turning up her nose in distaste.
“Hey!” Pete cut in. “I’m offended. Am I not worthy of kisses?”
“That must suck for you,” Sarah said, ignoring Pete’s protests. “Good thing you’re not...oh...thirteen, and easily scarred.”
Wendy looked to Laura for support, only to find her best friend’s eyes on the ceiling, mouth pressed into a thin line as she tried not to laugh. She made an irritated sound, and, with a wave of her arm and some red sparks dancing in the air, made a pillow fly across the room at Sarah. Sarah’s super speedy boyfriend, however, was all over it, his arm shooting out to catch the fluffy missile at the last second, just before it hit Sarah in the face. He lobbed it back at his sister, who deflected it--right into Laura.
“Shit! Sorry!”
“This is why violence is never the answer,” Laura said calmly, turning on her heel and walking out of the room.