secretive.

“You got chamomile?” he asked with a hesitant smile, knowing that something calm might help his anxiety and hopefully keep her calm as he asked her the question he had come for. “It’s not him, I just, you know, I wanted to talk to you.”

Kit opens up a cupboard revealed just a variety of teas. “You know I do. Charlie’s not allowed to touch this cupboard. He learned that the hard way.” She pulled out the chamomile for Mason, and the Lavender for her, putting the tea bags in the cup and pouring the tea. “So what did you need to talk about?” She asked, handing the mug to her older brother.

“We’re trying to hold onto our youth while secretly feeling very old,” he laughed somewhat awkwardly as he made his way into the apartment. “Charlie’s not here, right? Not avoiding him, I just wanted to talk to you alone, you know?”

“That certainly sounds like you’re avoiding him. Though I would be, he’s been pouting so much lately over Ara. Which I guess is okay, but it’s also annoying and I wish I could cheer him up. But no, he’s out with Paisley right now. Come to the kitchen I just put on the kettle, I can pour you a cup of tea too if you want.” Kit headed toward the kitchen.

“Booty Kit! Guess what?” Bev grinned as she snuck an arm around Kit’s shoulder. “I saw a girl talking to Charlie the other day.”

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“What? Really? Please tell me he was flirting or something, and not pouting about Ara? If I hear him pout about her again, I think I might actually hex my brother. I’m trying to be a good sister, but she doesn’t deserve to be pouted about if she just left him all high and dry.”

“I can’t believe she’s gone.” Charlie moaned into the couch. He was half-heartedly playing Smash on the Switch, not caring that he kept dying and dying and dying… “I’m dead.”

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Kit was looking through a magazine. She kept her distance, tried to let her brother heal, tried to help him, but if she heard him groan one more... that’s it. Kit stood up, walking to Charlie’s room, grabbing some clean clothes and then walking back, throwing them at her brother. “Put them on, get up, we’re going out. If I hear you pout over she who should not be named one more time I think I’m going to die. You have ten minutes to get ready and meet me in the kitchen.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, do I know you? You look awful familiar.”

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Kit put down one of the clipboards at the nurses station with a smile, turning when she heard her older brother’s voice. “God, is it good to see you,” she said approaching him, instantly hugging him. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey kiddo, we need to talk.”

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“What is with you and Hayden calling me kid names?” Kit questioned, with a raise of her eyebrows. She opened her door more to let Mason in. “What’s up?”

“If they don’t have enough mud. They use that kinda like sunscreen. Huh. How did we grow up and not know this?” Kennedy shook her head.

Kit shrugged. “I don’t know, probably because our pigs had enough mud,” Kit replied with a small smirk.

“She’s due in February, so you have a bit of time to get to know her, I hope,” Mason shrugged. “But you know fighting her really isn’t that great of an option. I mean, she’s going to be around one way or another for the rest of my life, Kit. I’m not saying you have to like her or anything just, you know, I’d really like it if you two didn’t mark each other down as enemies.”

Kit shrugged. “I don’t know, Mason,” Kit replied. She then sighed. “I’ll keep that in mind, just don’t expect too much from me. I nearly hex our brother like every other day. I have a short temper.”

Dorothea rolled her eyes at the girl, tying it together. “Oh yes, completely toying with him. Because being pregnant is a game to play.” She said as she turned back around.

“It could’ve been an accident,” Kit muttered. She wanted to give this girl a chance, but with how this conversation was going, Kit had a feeling she was going to end up not liking the girl.

Beverly reached out and smacked Kit on the butt with a laugh. “Ha, yeah. One hundred percent, thank you for blessing me with your butt.”

Kit let out a laugh when Beverly smacked her butt. “Good, just as long as my butt is better than Charlie’s, I can live with the fact that Blake’s is better than mine.”

“I sure hope not. The poor pigs. I don’t even know what a sunburned pig looks like.”

“Well how do they get sunburned?”

“You can try, but Isabelle is the best champion and you can’t defeat me.” Charlie laughed. He grabbed the controllers, making sure to turn his on first so he’d be player one.

“Who the fuck is Isabelle?”

“Did you know pigs can get sunburned? I mean, I feel like that makes sense, but I’ve never really thought about it.”

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“Wait what? Really? Have any of our pigs got sunburned before?”

“Let’s play Smash. I kick butt at Smash!”

“Not if I kick you ass at it first,” she replied with a smirk, loading in Smash for them to play.

“Oh god, you’re making this hard.” Beverly pretended to think hard on it. “Turn around, I need to get a refresher.”

Kit turned around to show off her ass to her best friend. “What do you say? Better than my little brother’s?”

“It’s not because I’m not gay. It’s because your family was blessed with great butts. I mean Mason’s got a good one, too. If I was a 35-year-old divorced mom from the Midwest, I’d be all over him.” Beverly nodded, pretending to be serious. “And Hayden, I mean he’s obviously the butt dud, but even then he’s still got a good caboose. But your butt is better than Hayden’s. You can say that with pride.”

“Oh I’m so ready to tell my eldest brother that I have a better butt than him according to Beverly Helms,” Kit replied. “The real question is Charlie. Who has a better butt, me or Charlie?”

“Kit, I love you, but don’t hex her, she has the whole blood purity family thing, I’m sure she could come up with hexes you haven’t heard of, and I need my baby sister alive.”

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“I could take her,” Kit replied. “But seriously, if we don’t like each other, I can’t guarantee me being nice, or holding Bev back from being mean. I mean I think she’s rubbing off on me. How far is she along anyway?”