#piercelydia

You're not actually letting her cook, are you?

Of course. She did fine cooking wise. Besides, I was there and I’m decent enough. I mean I hope I am. You have to have more faith in her.

It had been Lydia’s idea for her to stay at his place, in an effort to create some sort of bonding between the two siblings. It wasn’t quite as awkward thus far, though it hadn’t gone exactly smooth either. James never knew exactly what to talk about, either. He didn’t want to force it upon them, but every time he tried to have a significant conversation, it felt forced anyways. Why did this have to be so damn complicated?

James plopped on the couch, sandwich in hand. It was a late lunch, none the less, but better later than never. They had recently discovered that both of them liked Sons of Anarchy and he made sure to Netflix it on the television. “That theme song gets me every single time.” James noted, taking a bite of his food. “I wish I was as cool as these guys, they’re so awesome. I’m kinda mad that I never learned how to ride a bike. Motorcycle bike, I mean.” He commented.