"And honestly, I'm pretty sure the television just - screws up everyone's voice a bit. So, it's not too accurate of a gauge. More accurate than naturally hearing yourself, but - not -" She coughs. "Accurate, accurate."
"I dunno, Alli sounded normal when hers aired." Bella shifts her weight. "Uh, do you want to go straight home or - we could get lunch? I was in Italy yesterday and there's - I did a favor for a - I mean there's - d'you want to go out with me?"
Adana makes a squeaky sound as she clamps down on her unthinking 'Yes.'
"Um," she says, instead, when she's managed to shove it back into the corner where it came from. "I - you - went on a date with my sister...?"
That sounds like a question. Why does that sound like a question.
"Yeah? That was a while ago and it turned out all we have in common is being lesbians. I'm not her girlfriend."
"Yes, I - I know, but I - it - I'm. It would - things would be - you went on a date with my sister."
"One time, I didn't even kiss her, I just wanted to dance - what's the matter?"
"There's a - my sister and I have a - thing. We don't ever want to get into a - a thing with a love triangle where both of us are members, because it would be - a - the biggest mess and we're - it's. Um. That?"
"But there is no love triangle. I am barely even friends with Savannah and I'm pretty sure she'd be really bad at hiding it if she were nursing a crush on me, am I wrong? Look, if you just don't like me like that you can say so."
"You're - not wrong, she's not subtle," admits Adana, a little desperately. "And - I'm - that's not what I - that's. I. Do."
"She didn't put a flag in me - if you like me then -" says Bella, frustrated.
"I do!" assures Adana. "And I'm - no she didn't - there's no - flags are not involved, here, I - but it would - I would have been lying to my sister."
Bella droops. She shrugs, halfheartedly, and teleports them both to the front hall of the house and then vanishes. There is a flumph noise from her and Alli's room.
She didn't even get to - apologize or...
Right then. She is - going to find a place to curl up. Outside. In the ashy grey snow. And possibly cry.
(Alli is hiking in Ireland and will twine her when she wants a ride home.)
"Heeey, Bella, do you have my - hoooly shit who kicked and mutilated your puppy?"
Oh, look, Savannah. She is here. Having wandered by. Looking for - something. That is apparently not important anymore.
"I don't have a puppy," says Bella, rolling over. "I am just not widely experienced in being turned down for dates. What is it you need?"
She pauses. She peers at Bella.
".... Hooooly shit it's my sister. Right? She's being stupid. Is she? Am I wrong?"
Bella throws Savannah an irritated glance. "Apparently you wrote your initials on my forehead and I didn't get the memo."
"And she likes you back, fuck, hoooly fuck, okay, okay, uh - didn't, first off, your forehead's unmolested and shit. And she's - being super stupid. Um. Do - you're an explanations person, right? You like explanations? Do you want one, or do you want me to sit down and unfuck Adana's head for her and then shove her in your direction after with her head nice and unfucked, or like - drop it and never talk about it again, or... Or what?"
"So this all probably sounds like a huge fucking tangent and you're like, 'But Savannah, none of this makes any fucking sense or is connected to the other parts you're talking about!' Don't worry, it does. I think. Whatever, I'm trying here. So - she very much doesn't want to have - people think, that because we are twins, she is definitely going to be buddy-buddy with all of the wonderful, glorious things I get up to. She's fine with like, me doing it, but wants exactly zero part of it and will not be pleased if people think it's okay. So she got all observant and was like, 'There is a potential problem here that could spiral really, really badly,' and I believed her, 'cause, sister. She's the smart one. Pretty sure she was right, too, because of her bouts of weirdness, but - not important. So, our solution - we would not mess with each other's - whatever. Romantic whatever. Right? Like the bro code, but with tits and sisters. Enforcing the 'we are definitely not the same person' thing, romantically, because some of the people I'm interested in would take one look at her and be like, 'Hottie, let's fuck her!' Mostly for her benefit, but she's abiding by it too, because she's Adana and is like, 'Fairness! Equality! Kittens for all!'
"Except. She, she is doing the thing where she's like, 'I said I would do this so I need to do this!' and she's - she forgot the why. Like, this is not why we did that shit, I do not fucking own you because we went to a dance, once, and had zero chemistry, that is grade A bonkers. When I said I was going to go unfuck her head, that is what would happen, I'd be like, 'No, you are not forced into the proverbial decision of 'me vs. Bella,' calm down, you can have both.' And probably explain it slowly and pat her head and give her cookies and tell her the world is not as scary as she thinks it is sometimes."
"I... think I follow? Maybe go unscramble Adana and I'll ask her for a - paraphrase."