𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 • 𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯

Dinner

"You told her the crab story?" Patsy exclaimed.

"Yeah," Y/n chuckled. "She laughed so hard."

The three sisters were in Y/n's room. Polly sat on the couch, Y/n sat crisscrossed on the bed, and Patsy looked through her sister's dresses.

Patsy teared up. "Oh, that happened eight years ago." Then she became mad. "Stupid hormones!"

Polly laughed at her sister's antics. "What happened next?"

"Then we cleaned up, and, well, everything I told you before," Y/n told her sisters.

"You bumped into Philip," Polly teased.

"We need deets!" Patsy exclaimed.

"What do you need, the whole ass conversation?" Y/n deadpanned.

"Yes," both sisters said.

"Language," Polly scolded.

Y/n huffed. "Well, I don't keep track of my conversations! I don't have a journal where I write down, 'Philip Hamildick said this and this at exactly sixteen fifty-five'."

"Darn it," Polly cursed. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Sorry."

"Oh! I like this one!" Patsy said taking out a dress. She held it up. "Nah."

"Should we match our dresses with dad's vest?" Y/n asked her sisters.

"Oh, my God, let's!" Patsy exclaimed. "I know I packed a magenta dress."

"I got a brand new dress," Polly agreed. "It's magenta."

"And I see a magenta dress here, Y/n."

"Alright, let's do this," Y/n said as she walked to Patsy.

"Take off your clothes," said Polly. "We'll help you dress up."

"Alright."

"So," Polly teased. "Philip's cute."

"No, he isn't," Y/n disagreed.

"Did anything happen between you two?" asked Patsy, wiggling her eyebrows.

"No."

"So how exactly did he help you?" asked Polly.

"After I bumped into them, Jeff started crying, and Hamildick and Jones offered to take the picnic basket."

"Ooh, very gentleman-y," Patsy teased.

"Y/n, hands up," ordered Polly.

Y/n did as told. Patsy and Polly helped her slide out of her dress. Then they helped her put the other one over.

"And then?" asked Polly.

"And then Anne Cary went missing and I had the panic attack."

"How did he help you?"

"He held me and told me to take deep breaths."

"Aww," Patsy and Polly cooed. 

"Did you get butterflies?" asked Patsy.

"Get what - ow! Patsy! Careful with the corset!"

"Sorry. You don't know what butterflies are?"

"Yes, I know what they are, but why would I get them?"

Y/n's sisters shared a look. 

"You've never gotten butterflies?" questioned Polly. "Like in your stomach?"

"No?"

"Did you have like a tummyache when he calmed you down?" Patsy asked.

"Oh, Yes!" Y/n realized. "I figured it was because I found him disgusting."