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Cheyenne sat on the front steps of the Smith Manor, waiting for Xander show up for his training session and drumming her nails against her leg. She heard the tell-tale clop of boots with the slight limp of her oldest sister as Ali came up behind her and lowered herself down onto the steps beside Cheyenne. "Whatcha doin'?" she asked, staring out into the street.
"I'm waiting for Xander to show up, so I can take him out back without subjecting him to my insane family," Cheyenne told her, turning her head and hitching an eyebrow.
"Well, that's rude," Ali snorted, rolling her eyes. "You like him, don't you?"
"I do," Cheyenne murmured, shewing on her lip. "He's different. He's not like all the guys here with their stifling bravado and constant need to be more badass than anyone else ever."
Ali pressed her lips together in her own personal facsimile of a smile and nodded. "For the record," she said as she stood up and placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. "I think you're perfect for each other."
"I love you, too, big sister!" Cheyenne laughed as Ali gagged and went back inside.
"I'm waiting for Xander to show up, so I can take him out back without subjecting him to my insane family," Cheyenne told her, turning her head and hitching an eyebrow.
"Well, that's rude," Ali snorted, rolling her eyes. "You like him, don't you?"
"I do," Cheyenne murmured, shewing on her lip. "He's different. He's not like all the guys here with their stifling bravado and constant need to be more badass than anyone else ever."
Ali pressed her lips together in her own personal facsimile of a smile and nodded. "For the record," she said as she stood up and placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. "I think you're perfect for each other."
"I love you, too, big sister!" Cheyenne laughed as Ali gagged and went back inside.