Callie and Edmond weren't a picture-perfect pair of siblings. They didn't hate each other, but they didn't really know enough to like each other. They were tolerant of each other's presence, really only hanging out together when forced on road trips by their mother or taking pictures at family gatherings. Edmond was a reserved twenty-year-old who spent the majority of his time in his room.
Callie was the same way. She was twenty-two and enjoyed being by herself. The most interaction they'd had with each other in the past two weeks was brief glances in the hallway. This happened when they were given their own rooms when they were younger. Unfortunately, that turned the blood-related sibling's relationship into one that resembled shy roommates.
When they lived in the same room, they shared a bunk bed. Callie was eight and Edmond was six. Their imaginations were almost the same, constantly creating little adventures in their young minds. Callie would pretend she was a dragon ready to eat the famous princess of pillows. Edmond had to get up to Callie's top bunk before the princess was eaten. He usually failed, getting pushed off the top by the evil, redheaded dragon, or dying to its fire breath.
Good times. Now both of them had jobs and responsibilities. Not too much since they were in their early twenties, but the princess of pillows and the dragon remained in an imaginary land with no place in the real world. Callie and Edmond never really gave much thought to their loss of connection, losing themselves in the new, wild, and mostly confusing world of middle and high school.
That night, their mother, Rebecca, sat in the middle of the table during dinner. She usually sat on the couch to eat, but this time she was watching her children like a hawk. Edmond was giggling at something on his phone while barely eating and Callie finished ten minutes ago, now just mindlessly swiping and typing. Rebecca cleared her throat to get their attention.
"How was work today, Edmond?" Rebecca asked.
"It was alright. The usual." Edmond shrugged.
"Callie?" Rebecca turned her head.
"Huh? Yeah. It was fine." Callie said, not taking her eyes off her phone.
"Kids, phones down for two seconds please." Rebecca sighed.
Edmond and Callie flipped their phones upside down on the table.
"Thank you. Now, I have some... news." Rebecca started.
"What kind of news?" Edmond asked.
"Your dearest Aunt Tabitha's house flooded."
"Is she okay?" Callie asked.
"She's fine. She's taking it... quite hard though. Her basement flooded and the damage is so severe that she can't stay in the house or else it'll collapse."
"If the basement-"
"Yeah I know. She thinks the floor above it will cave in in her sleep." Rebecca huffed, cutting off her son.
"Ole Aunt Tabitha..." Callie smirked.
"Yeah. Well. She's moving in." Rebecca said. Callie's smirk faded.
"Where is she gonna stay?" Callie asked.
"One of you two's rooms," Rebecca started. "Probably yours."
"Why mine?" Callie asked.
"Does it look like we have any guest rooms?"
"She can't stay in your room?" Edmond said.
"You know she has her... quirks alright? She has a thing about sharing a bed. So, when you two or I decide which room is being taken, the bedsheets have to go and the entire bed needs to be disinfected." Rebecca explained, her exhaustion clear in her voice.
"That doesn't seem fair." Callie crossed her arms and pouted like she was ten years younger than she actually was.
"Yeah well, neither does flooding."
"You can't just explain to her that the house won't collapse?" Edmond asked.
"I tried. For hours. She's... in sort of a manic state, alright?" Rebecca sighed. Edmond and Callie's faces went hot when the realization set in. They'd have to share rooms again. They'd lose their private time.
"I'm sorry. It'll only be a few weeks at most, alright?"
"When is she moving in?" Edmond asked, his displeasure clear as day.
"Um... what day is it? Thursday? Probably Saturday or Sunday. Most likely Saturday. I'll let you know just be ready. Please." Rebecca explained.
"Alright..." Edmond sighed.
"Thank you. I'm sure you two can figure out whose room will be taken."
"More like stolen." Callie scoffed.
"Sacrificed." Edmond added.
"Okay... Okay. Just let me know when you decide." Rebecca ignored her kids' snark and grabbed the plates for the sink. For the first time in a long time, Callie and Edmond made eye contact with each other for more than a few seconds.
"She's not going to be in my room." Callie said immediately.
"You want my stuff in your room?" Edmond asked.
"I don't want any of this. But I also don't want remnants of Tabitha's four cats on my furniture." Callie said.
"I don't either. But it should be fine, she probably won't even bring the cats."
"Oh she's bringing the cats. Whisper, Cloud, Bumper, and Rick." Rebecca added from the sink.
"Why would you name a cat that... You know what? Screw it. You still got the bunk bed right?" Callie asked.
"Yeah," Edmond answered.
"Then... I'll give up my room. As long as I get the top bunk." Callie sighed.
"Why do you get the top bunk?"
"I always had the top bunk."
"Had. It's mine now." Edmond said.
"I'm older than you. Why do you sleep on the top bunk anyway?"
"I get a better view of the TV from up there. There's too much stuff on the floor."
"Dude, you better clean up your room." Callie hissed.
"Don't worry. You better think about all the cat hairs you'll be picking off your walls when this is finished." Edmond teased.
"Oh screw you."
"Hey," Edmond threw his hands up. "You gave up your room."
"I'm glad you two figured it out. Can you two handle staying in the same room?" Rebecca asked as she dried her hands against the dish towel.