>"...Anon?"
>Past the subtle, smooth melodies of old R&B and the dull droning of a desk fan, the door to your dorm room creaks open, two green eyes meekly scanning the space before them.
>"Anon?" the voice repeats, its owner closing the door softly behind her as she enters, her magenta handbag coming to rest on an endtable as she sets down the twin suitcases she'd lugged in behind her.
>"Anon!"
>A sharp gasp forces air into you as your aimless daydreaming abruptly ends, bolting up from the bottom bunk of your bed, a thick comforter falling from your upper half as your earbuds fall out.
"YES OFFICER MY PANTS ARE-" you babble before realizing your newfound consciousness, heartbeat steadying as you look around.
>"I let myself in. I hope you don't mind me showing up this early."
>A voice, all too familiar, slices through the haze and hits you as you fall out of bed and swear loudly.
"Sweetie? What the hell are you doing here?"
>"You don't have to curse at me," she whimpers as she puts her hands behind her back, staring down at the floor.
"Sorry," you manage to mutter past pulling your pajama bottoms up.
>"...Can I sit down?"
"Um, uh, sure," you blather, scooting past her stiff frame to the kitchen island and slapping the mini-brewer (or whatever the fuck a K-Cup machine is actually called) on. "You want coffee?"
>"N-No," she calls back, twiddling her thumbs.
>After a minute of waiting, you join her on the loveseat, clutching a mug fiercely as the steam invigorates you.
"I'm glad to see you, Sweetie," you say, offering the best smile you can at 7 in the morning. "But why are YOU here?"
>"Um, well I um, I got..." she stammers before clamming up, closing her eyes.
"...Did something happen?" you ask. "Do I need to call Mom, or the cops, or the-"
>"No no no, nothing like that!" she blurts. "I just..."
>She sighs in defeat and reaches into her handbag, pulling out a folded square of paper and shoving it into your hands.
>"Here."
>You unfold the sheet with a quizzical look, grabbing the second paper as it almost slips out before smoothing them out on the coffee table, your mug on the endtable.
"...No way..."
>"A-Are you mad?"
>No answer comes to you as you look over the pages, a clearly set schedule and campus housing plan laid out before you.
>"Please don't tell me you're mad..." Sweetie shirks, eyes still screwed shut.
"Sweetie, how did you do this?" you balk.
>"I got in the TIP program. I'll be taking my senior year of high school in college," she mutters, dainty hands balling the hem of her skirt into clumps. "My summer class starts in two weeks, and I have a full classload in the fall. I didn't get to pick them, but they're mostly Gen. Education, so I can change majors if I want."
"This is amazing!" you almost squeal as you throw your hands up, your little sister nearly shrieking as you hug her. "I had no idea you were coming! When did all of this happen?"
>"A couple of days ago," she blushes. "School just let out, and they called me into the office on the last day to tell me. They'd already picked everything out for me and paid the tuition, and I just kinda said yes."
"And they threw you in with me since I was already here, eh?"
>"I-I'm really sorry about this!" she profusely apologizes. "I was just so overwhelmed and they said you needed a dorm mate and... and..."
>"I missed you."
>You can't help but smile as you lean in and kiss her, the excitable girl clumsily and eagerly returning the affection.
>Your secret had taken the both of you three years of discipline to keep going, stealing moments of saccharine romance from the days and weeks as two naïve high schoolers grew closer than most would approve of.
>But you couldn't care less about them.
>"Did you..."
>The sight of your little sister smiling more and more as your relationship blossomed gave you all the confidence you needed to ride out the storm of questions and trepidations.
"You have no idea," you reply as you bring a hand up to cup her cheek, slipping your tongue into the mouth and enjoying her shuddering mewls as you trace her teeth, a refreshing taste of watermelon making your blood rise. "I've missed you so much, Sweetie."
>You separate, a thin strand of saliva dipping and breaking as she blushes.
"So, are you excited?"
>"Well, yeah! I get to see you every day again!" she chirps. "The hour drive is just so much to make, even once a week."
"Rare still busting your chops in the Boutique?"
>"Ugh, you have NO idea," she scoffs with a roll of her eyes. "Yeah, the pay is nice, but I can only get pricked so many times before it just gets to be too much, you know?"
"I feel you. Having me put on and lose weight just to test her seams..." you shudder, recalling the insane diets she'd coerced you into in the pursuit of higher stitch quality.
>Hey, she kept your secret.
>What else were you gonna do?
>"But, could I, um, unpack? I don't know where to put anything, but I'll try to make it work for us!" she half-shouts.
"Sure," you laugh. "My old dorm mate hightailed it outta here last week, anyways."
>"Did she graduate?"
"Nah, she just got mad when I told her to quit toking in here."
>T-T-Toking?"
"Yeah, she was a total free spirit. She smoked because she thought it would get her acclimated to the universe or something," you laugh. "Never did any tidying up either - she just handed me money for her groceries every week along with a list."
>"Oh, I see..."
>She suddenly jumps in front of you, a determined glare being undermined by her pout.
>"Well I'm gonna be better! I'll take care of everything, just you see!"
>You stare at her for a moment before a grin breaks out on your face, followed by booming laughter as your sister fumes at you.
>"I'm serious here!" she growls. "I didn't come here to slack off!"
"Sorry, sorry," you giggle. "You just looked really cute, that's all."
>Her ears almost immediately turn crimson as she hides her face in her hands.
>"Don't say things l-like that!"
"Oh come on, let me have some fun. Here, I'll help you get things sorted, and then we'll go get something to eat, okay?"
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>"Wooooooow! I had no idea the campus was so BIG!"
"Too big, in my opinion," you drawl as the two of you stare up at the towering monuments of learning around you, blotting out the sun itself. "Your burrito good? I've never bought from this café before."
>"Oh, yeah. It's kinda spicy, but pretty good otherwise," she comments, looking down at her meal.
>You chuckle at her, her extreme aversion to hot foods still ever-present.
"Hmm. Still scared of curry?"
>"Hey, it was the one time!" she huffs, crossing her arms. "You're the one who put the extra kourma in!"
"Yeah, and it was hilarious!" you snicker, washing down the last of your sandwich and leaning back to belch, covering your mouth.
>The small picnic table is suddenly cramped as she scoots over to you.
>"Um, Anon?"
"Wassup?"
>"Is the campus normally this...quiet?" she whispers, eyes darting about.
"Some people are still in finals, and summer classes have already started for some majors, but most people are just sleeping in or at work," you shrug. "That or they went home - not everyone lives on campus."
>"I see."
>Without warning, she immediately leans into you and wraps an arm around your lower back, her head tucked underneath yours.
"Uh, Sweetie?"
>"What?"
>You reign in the urge to swoon at the peaceful smile on her face and slowly peel her off of you, the two of you blushing.
"You okay?"
>"...I just wanted to be close to you," she murmurs. "I worked really hard to see you again, that's all."
"Oh, my bad. I thought you were dizzy or something," you awkwardly reply, raising your arm up and letting her shimmy back to you with a giggle.
>You're content to let her finish her breakfast as you relax and let your brain uncoil itself, on edge from being so open in a public space like this.
"Do you have everything you need for your summer class?" you perk up, trying to shift onto something you can keep yourself busy with.
>"I still need to get textbooks, but I think I have to get them from the bookstore itself," Sweetie responds. "They won't pay for them otherwise."
"I see. Well, let your food settle, and then we'll head over and-"
>"ANON!"
>The two of you look over your shoulder to see two girls, each a seeming palette swap of each other walking towards you, coffee cups in hand.
>"Where have you been?" Lotus chimes as the two of them slide into the seats across from you. "And who is THIS little minx?"
>Sweetie seems to shirk at their presence, and your mouth forms a tight line.
>"Lotus, please," her sister chastises her, pushing her blue hair out of her face as she sits down. "You're being too forward again."
"Hey girls," you nonchalantly shoot back, trying to keep the bullet-sized sweatdrops on your forehead out of your eyes as you wipe your brow. "I've just been hanging around, that's all."
>"Oh, like you've just been dozing off. I see what's going on here," Lotus presses onwards, smiling deviously. "Getting up at sunrise for your little date, are we? I didn't know you were such a romantic."
>The both of you turn beet red in panic, looking at each other as if searching for an answer.
>"I said enough, Lotus!" Aloe yells, thwacking her sister on the head with the back of her hand. "You're making her nervous."
>"Sorry!" she yelps, clutching her scalp and wincing. "I just didn't think the resident bachelor was suddenly making maidens swoon."
>"Resident bachelor?" Sweetie asks.
"...You remember that roommate I was telling you about?"
>"Oh, please," Aloe rolls her eyes. "She couldn't keep her eyes off you."
>You gulp audibly as your sister presses herself against you.
>"Someone's jealous," Lotus sings at her. "She's not the first one to go after him, you know. Nonny here's real popular with the library regulars. Only man on campus who's there every day.”
>Your heart is in your throat.
>"But your little girlfriend here's cuter than any of them!" the twins gush. "What's your name, sweetie?"
>"Sweetie Belle," she mutters. "And he's not my boyfriend."
>"Oh?"
"We're uh, siblings," you nervously smile.
>The two of them immediately cover their mouths in embarrassment, looking at you from a sideways glance. 
>"I am SO sorry," Lotus half-shouts, hands waving wildly. "I thought for sure he'd finally been bagged."
"Maybe I have," you try to joke. "We're rooming together. Figure it'll be just like when we were kids."'
>"I'm not a little girl anymore, Anon," she smiles.
>"Well, this is now awkward and we're clearly interrupting your little reunion," Aloe spits out. "I suppose we could get to the spa a bit early, yes?"
"W-Wait!" Sweetie suddenly springs up, one hand outstretched. "You don't have to go!"
"Yeah, you're not butting in or anything," you pick up. "Actually, I need to ask you girls about something."
>They look at each other for a second before returning to their seats.
"You think you can get her booked for this weekend? I know it’s tight, being beach season and whatnot, but I’d owe you big time,” you plead, hands clasped together.
>”...Hmm, I don’t see why not,” Aloe muses. “It’d have to be early in the morning, though. That okay, Sweetie?”
>She simply nods, still clinging to you possessively.
>”You’re still cute together, honestly,” Lotus giggles. “But we really DO need to be going. Rosie called in.”
>”AGAIN?” her sister balks.
>As the two of them jog off, Sweetie pouts and looks up at you.
>”Library regular?”
“Buncha weirdos and bookworms, the lot of them,” you reply. “Twilight’s okay, but the rest of them might was well have a siren stapled to their face, former roomie included.”
>Her exasperated groan makes you chuckle as she deflates, closing her eyes.
“Come on, let’s get our errands done, then we’ll chill for the rest of the day, yeah?”