"Let's do this," she pressed her hands on his eyes, her actions as gentle as a student with the paper when there are only 5 minutes left and they have a 10-mark question left. "Try to imagine your future without him, which is the first option. Can you?"
"...Adelia, are you planning on blinding me? Is that your way of revenge?"
"—Ugh, stay in the moment, will ya! This is supposed to be a touching and emotional moment between siblings as they help each other out, showing that behind those daily squabbles, there is some strong love and affection for each other!"
"...Your nails, they're digging into my eyes," Willow struggled under her grasp, trying to get away.
Adelia just gave up and threw her hands up in annoyance. "Hah, I can't do this anymore. Choose whatever you want, idiot. I hope you make the wrong choice and regret this so much later that you didn't listen to me. Choose a third option that isn't even there, for all I care—"
Willow got up and turned to Adelia, determination in his eyes. "I don't think that's needed anymore. Adel, I made my choice. I—" he looked down, his eyes shining with melancholy, "I want to protect everything I have now. I want to hang out with you all more, for my whole life. And the people I want to be with include Charlie. I don't know if this is the right choice, but there's one thing I know, it's what I want."
"I'm not some noble main character, nor am I planning to be. Two-timing? It isn't even that bad. I'm going to do whatever makes me and everyone happy, even if it's cheating—"
"You know, Will, you sound like a super assholish person without context," she laughed, "like an entitled straight male who thinks all girls are dying over him and it's their honor that he's giving them all a piece of himself right now."
Willow didn't refute, choosing to laugh with her. "Well, it's usually girls like you who go dying over such guys, you know," he joked, tone neither taunting nor condescending.
"Oh, is that so, Mr. Old School and Plain Willow?" She flicked her hair, "I know that you're just jealous that I'm popular and so many people like me—"
"Believe me, your popularity is the last thing I'm jealous of," Willow laughed softly, "I think I'm fine with just one person liking me. Look at the mess a second person's got me into."
Adelia couldn't help but nod, "Well, that's true—"
Her words were cut off as she turned.
"Will, did you hear that?" Adelia was staring at the window, her ears perked up to catch any sound. She whispered, "I think I heard something hit your window."
"Something hit my window?" Willow asked as he walked towards the window, ready to draw the curtains.
"Wait!" Adelia cried. "How can you so casually draw the curtain? Usually, in situations like these, it's almost always the killer!"
Willow rolled his eyes. "Adel, this isn't a thriller, duh. Look, there's no killer. It's probably just a bird or something—"
Just as Willow drew the drapes, the source of the sound struck again. However, this time, they both clearly saw it. It was neither a bird nor a psychotic killer.
"A paper ball?" Willow mused, interested. "Who could be throwing these at this hour?"