April snorted. Of course Emma would be OK with a night of mayhem. She was a cheerleader through and through—for good decisions and bad.
April:
Hahaha, no. Found it in my desk drawer, I think from summer break the first year of college
Izzy:
Not the JD *gags*
Emma:
as soon as we’re back in town, that bottle is HISTORY babe
It was typical that while April was back in town for the first time in months, both of her best friends were away. Izzy had a work conference two towns over, and Emma was in San Francisco for a photo shoot. Though, she’d see them soon enough. Monday at the latest, hopefully.
By the time four in the afternoon rolled around, she’d cleared space for new clothes, showered off the dust coating her, and her stomach had begun to growl warningly. Luckily, the slamming of the front door solved that problem.
April bounded down the stairs and threw herself at the tall man in the hallway who’d just finished taking off his work boots.
She collided with him with anoofbut his arms came around her automatically, squeezing too tight before he let her go.
“April?”
She grinned. “Surprise!” Even threw in little jazz-hands to make him laugh, and it worked—for about a second, anyway.
“What are you doing here?” Noah narrowed his eyes. He’d added more tattoos to his collection since she’d last seen him. Thorny vines trailed up his arms and under the short sleeves of his tee, but the newest addition looked to be the angel wings that crested oneither side of his neck and wrapped around the sides of his throat.
“Visiting,” she said casually, turning away from her brother and leading him into the kitchen where their mom was setting the table. She eyed the bags of food in his hand eagerly. “What did you get?”
“Enough for two,” he said pointedly and she pouted. His eyes widened as the bright lights of the kitchen hit her. “Your hair—”
“Yes, yes. I dyed it.”
“It’sgreen.”
“Teal,” she corrected and his mouth twitched, teeth sinking into his lip, before he let loose the laugh clearly building inside of him. “Asshole,” she muttered and Kathy looked up sharply. Honestly, April didn’t mind the color—though it wouldn’t last for too long, she was sure, considering it was a cheap and temporary box dye.
“That’s enough, you two. Noah, you and I know full well that you probably over-ordered just like always. And don’t make fun of your sister’s green hair.” Their mom turned away but not before April saw the grin on her face. “April, don’t call your brother an asshole. It’s not nice.”
She and Noah shared a look. “Yes, Mom.”