Ian pushed himself up onto his elbows when he heard Abby's muffled voice carry from her bedroom. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in agitation before peering over the couch to look at his sister. "I think the important question is what<span style="font-style: italic">you're</span>doing here. I thought you had school today," Ian pointed out, letting his eyes deviate from her own to look her over. She was dressed for anything but school, in shorts that rested high on long, pale legs and a blouse that hung loosely over one of her shoulders, revealing the nape of her long, pale neck.<br/><br/>If he was being honest with himself, Abigail was gorgeous.<br/><br/>Both girls were looking at him now, both expecting answers to different questions. "Of course I talk about you; you're my sister," he praised, peering at her from over the back of the couch. He breathed in, quietly looking Abigail up and down one more time before looking to Emmeline. "And this is Emmeline, my partner from theater." Emmeline looked at him with all of the sass that he imagined she could muster, and it annoyed Ian to no end. He'd been hoping that Abby would be gone, and not show up again until well after this was over with. Cue one of the very few and far-between moments that Ian legitimately wished that Abigail was as far away from him as possible.<br/><br/>"So," his voice broke through whatever silence had started to form, "about that pizza. Abby, are you hungry or have you eaten?" It was his turn to look at Emmeline expectantly, hoping that she just took the hint to move on.