DIANE’S SIBLINGS

Diane’s P.O.V.

“Hey, sis! Can you stop it?” David whined while fixing his hair that I slightly ruined. I smelled my right hand, and my nose creased upon smelling that the hair wax he used seemed to be stuck on it.

“Why? What about it? Can I no longer caress my brother? Hmpft! It was about time to sleep, so do you still need to fix your hair like that?” I wanted to laugh, but I chose to pout my lips to signify that I was quite fretting over his reaction. “Please be honest to me, David. Are you courting someone?” I asked after.

Denise unexpectedly appeared out...