Karina laughed as Stacey told her Dante’s plans. He was good for her sister, he let her relax a lot more and Karina loved that. At the mention of Dylan, however, she sighed again. ”I don’t think doing anything would really change anything… I mean, for the last few months, the few times he did come by he was usually hooking up with me as more of a way to take out his frustrations, you know? And like… I know it’s not fair to me, but the sex was still amazing so why would I turn that down?” she asked. ”I found out he was hooking up with that Becky girl, and I’d just gotten used to that being a thing, but then… have you seen these?” she asked, showing Stacey her phone, and the pictures Aubrey had posted of herself, Dylan and Lukas in a more than platonic cuddle pile. She’d texted Dylan, remained vague, and gotten some information before telling him he needed to bring her back something.
Stacey didn’t know why people ended up doing half of the things they did. Sometimes, it was because they simply didn’t understand what they wanted out of life, but to string someone else along in the process? Maybe it was human nature, but she’d never seen a reason to string anyone along. If you weren’t interested in someone, why bother giving them that hope only for it to be dashed in the future? Karina was an amazing woman and Stacey wasn’t biased on that fact; no matter what she had going for her, her sister had never failed to make sure she was doing okay, had never failed to attempt to push her out of her shell and it was part of the reason why she owed her so much. Why she was where she was now versus where she’d been just a few months ago. Taking stock of the pictures Karina showed her, she could feel the empathy shifting toward her sister. Feeling like the other woman was never a good feeling. “So is this the part where you pretend he never meant anything at all or are you actually going to talk to him about how you feel? I don’t think he’ll be mad and if anything, he might even feel bad for not explaining it to you sooner. You deserve better than that, Karina. You know that, don’t you?”
Karina looked at her sister incredulously. ”Are we still pretending that you don’t know how beautiful you are? Do you need me to play One Direction for you or get your boyfriend to come recite poetry to you?” she asked, because even if she wasn’t sure if Stacey and Dante had a title, they were basically boyfriend and girlfriend as far as she was concerned. ”You’re going to look gorgeous as always.”
"God no," she laughs, shaking her head and resting her head on Karina’s shoulder. "Dante says he’s going to record every episode and keep them forever." She informs her sister as the opening credits for the movie roll on screen. "But enough about that," Stacey adds, lifting her head and half turning to face her sister. "What’re we going to do about Dylan? Or do you want to do anything at all?"
Karina grinned genuinely as she saw that Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead was starting up. Scooting over, she stole a handful of chips and looked up at her big sister. ”Thanks for this Stace… I appreciate it,” she told her, being sincere. She may be plenty strong, and a very big personality, but Karina, at the end of the day, needed to be taken care of too. The fact that Stacey still went out of her way to make sure she was okay made her realize how lucky she actually was. ”Are you getting excited for your big television debut?” she asked after a minute, settling a little close to Stacey, but she didn’t think her sister would mind.
"You don’t have to thank me for helping you feel better, sweetheart," she smiles at her sister as she scoots even closer to her until they’re essentially nestled together on the couch. "I am. I can’t believe it’s happening so soon," she furrowed her brows and licked over her bottom lip. "I hope I don’t look horrible on television. Is that bad to think?"
"What movie did you pick?" Karina asked as she sat on the couch, her arms full of whatever snacks she could anticipate wanting. There were carrots with ranch dressing and tortilla chips with queso dip, and the tin of cookies Karina had made the other day. There was a surprisingly large amount of them left, and her goal was to remedy that. She hated that she felt the way she did about the whole Dylan thing… she didn’t want him to feel obligated to be more than fuck buddies with her, but just… of all the guys she spent time with, he’d seemed to be the most promising, especially for the few months he was basically living with her. Venting to her sister probably wasn’t fair, but that’s what sisters were for, right?
"Your favorite," Stacey answers with a warm smile taking her lips, plopping down next to her sister. Sporting a pair of sweatpants she’d stolen from Dante - having had to roll them a few times in order for them not to fall off of her hips - and a tank-top with her favorite hoodie on over it, she’s more comfortable than she’s been in a while. Having no one to impress, Stacey rarely feels the need to dress up and right now? Karina needs her sister, not some grand show. Taking the chips from her, she opens the back and begins to munch on one.