Thread: Part of Growing Up... (Lemon  and Count)

Dad is going to kill me... A bit dramatic, but, Lana really couldn't blame her younger sister for thinking to that extreme. After all, she had done the same, too. Well, what are your grades? I helped you in everything I could...and you're smart, so it can't be that bad... Maybe it was, and she was about to have to endure the hysterical cries of a sixteen year old girl, and the stern, knowledgeable words of a disappointed father. It was never fun, having to be the middle-man in these situations. But, someone had to do it, and ever since the death of their mother, Lana had pledged she would make up for the lack of support. Which, ultimately placed her in her current position. Consoling a very nervous, antsy Lily. I got a D...and a C... Well, at least it wasn't an F. Alright, well, obviously not what we wanted for you. What are the others? Lily cleared her throat after her sister's question, her tone giving off the fact that she was very upset with herself. They're all A's... Lana quirked a brow at this, leaning against the kitchen counter while she tried to make sense of it. Lily...how in the world did you get a D and a C, with everything else...A's? What subjects are they... Having an older sister was bittersweet. Sweet in the sense that she was always there, and bitter in the sense that due to her always being there, she also knew everything, too. Doesn't matter, I'll be home in about an hour. Please don't tell Dad yet, I'll talk with him...I need to try and see if I can do some extra work, to raise these grades up ASAP. See you soon, and love you. That was it, she avoided it all together, and immediately, Lana knew that her younger sister wasn't telling the whole story. Obviously, these low grades weren't caused by her lack of knowledge. No, it had to be caused by something very futile, stupid, and fueled by teenage angst. Ugh, it was going to be a nightmare. Just then, the front door was opened and she could hear the familiar sounds of her father. A smile immediately made it's way onto her face, and she settled the phone down, walking towards the entryway of their home. Hey, dad, she greeted sweetly, You look completely exhausted... It was always a troubling sight for her. He worked himself to the bone, each and every day it seemed. Finally, he would get a break this weekend. Now, if only Lily had managed to keep her nose in her books, rather elsewhere. At first glance, it was almost startling, the resemblance Lana bore towards her mother. She was young, supple, and fresh. With long brown hair that flowed nearly to her bottom in naturally curled ringlets. Always fretting with them, as they enjoyed hanging too closely to her features. Gentle, baby blue eyes seemed to glimmer with a never-ending supply of happiness, and while there was much to look at from the shoulders on up, there was plenty to admire below that, too. She was petite, with prominent hips and an impressive bust that managed to get her plenty of unwanted, and wanted attention. The way she presented herself, however, was nothing short of lady-like. Donned in dresses, skirts, and fitted attire that both flaunted her natural beauty and yet kept it respectively concealed, was something that seemed to drive every man interested in her, crazy. However, as tempting as their offers were, she was simply not interested. She had a lot on her plate, despite what others might have assumed. With a lingering sense of deep affection flitting between them, she reached out, sweeping the tips of her fingers across her father's brow. A sigh, and she proceeded to comb back his hair, even if it needed no such attention. Lily will be home in about an hour, little less... She could only hope that her father's mood would be lifted up, now that he was home. He needed all the positive energy he could muster, for the news he was going to get from his youngest daughter. And, while it wasn't horrible, it certainly wouldn't make him any happier, only suspicious.