title: Different
pairing: Cal/DiDi
rating: PG-13
words: 200+
summary: "You don't care what these buffer idiots think, deep down, 'cause you're a traveler, Dee."
warning: incest
disclaimer: I don't own these characters, this is all fiction.
a/n: If you didn't watch the TV show The Riches, this probably won't make any sense.
Cal rolled his eyes and began to stalk off, already pulling out his pack of cigarettes. Didi hurried after him and hit his arm, hissing, "Don't be such a dick, Cal."
"What do you care?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Didi stopped, somewhat shocked at his outburst, and he rounded on her. "You don't, see? You don't care what these buffer idiots think, deep down, 'cause you're a traveler, Dee. You don't fool me, you don't fool any of us."
"Shut up, Cal."
"You're such a fucking hypocrite."
"I'm--"
"Dee, shut the fuck up. Stop pretending it all matters, because it doesn't, okay? It just doesn't."
"It matters to me!"
Cal grabbed his sister by her hair and pulled her in close, so their faces were only inches apart. "No, it doesn't," he whispered. He kissed her, hard, and she didn't fight it. Cal loosened his grip on her once he was sure she wouldn't jerk away, and Didi finally relaxed and kissed him back.
"See?" he asked when they broke apart. "You don't give a shit what they think."
Didi licked her lips, her brow creased like she wanted to argue. She didn't have anything to say.
"Let's go home, Dee," Cal said quietly. He held out his hand and she took it.
fin.