It was Emaline's parent's date night, and she was left babysitting her brother Jackson, and the littlest Addario sibling, 2 year old Thomas.
"I don't have to be fucking babysat, Emaline." Jackson grunted.
"First, it's not that I don't trust you alone, it's that I don't trust you alone with him." Emaline pointed to Thomas, sitting on the couch and watching TV. "And Second, Don't say fucking."
"You literally just said it!"
Jackson and Emaline continued arguing, producing a cacophony or yells, until the doorbell rang.
"Emaline, who's that person outside?" Jackson could see A blurry figure outside of the foggy window.
"Just a friend I invited over." Emaline replied.
"Is it another one of your boyfriends? You know Mom and Dad will probably hate him. "
"No, it's just my friend, Kate." Emaline visibly cringed at her calling Kate just her friend.
Kate laughed at the arguing she could see from the window, and Emaline quickly got up and opened the door.
"Hey Kate." Emaline grinned.
"Hey." Kate smiled, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
Emaline lead Kate into the house after a few minutes of talking, and to the living room, where they saw Jackson.
"Jackson, where's Tommy?" Emaline was furious.
"Relax, Em, I put him upstairs, it's his bedtime. We're doing good in the neighborhood."
Emaline calmed down, but still glared slightly at Jackson.
She quickly remembered she had company, and turned to Kate to introduce her and Jackson.
"Kate, this is my brother, Jackson." Emaline said.
Kate muttered a nice to meet you, and they both shook hands.
"Me and Kate are going to go upstairs. Don't do anything stupid." Emaline told Jackson.
"No guarantees." He replied.
Emaline, Kate and Jackson were spread across the living room couch, a pizza box and a box of brownies scattered around them. There eyes were glazed over at the TV screen. Jackson was enthralled watching the macho wrestlers deliver kicks to each other.
"Oh!" The three collectively groaned as one wrestler was bodyslammed by the other.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jackson starts giggling uncontrollably.
"Jackson, What's wrong?" Emaline gives him a concerned look.
"Nothing, it's just, the walls... are so big." Jackson starts laughing again.
Emaline raises an eyebrow, but shrugs it off and they continue watching the TV.
A few moments later, something clicks in Emaline's head.
"They're pot brownies!" Emaline frantically yelled.
"What?" Kate was startled.
"My dad's a stoner, and I overheard him talking to my mom about these. What the hell are we going to do?!"
"Emaline, calm down. I heard from somewhere that drinking lots of water prevents you from getting drunk, so maybe that'll work with weed too?"
"That's actually not a bad idea, Kate."