I don't want you to go

>Lori woke up in the middle of the night again,  unsure of where she was.
>This time, the final day before she had to leave for... there.
>"Oh god damn it, literally not now. Literally not today!"
>The TV was oblivious to her angst, instead deigning to play the opening to George Lopez.
>Lori stopped for a second to watch the series of latinos-and-an-armenian-girl jump happily into the air.
>The large-headed mexican-american's antics were her favorite show to watch when she couldn't sleep.
>Especially when she was sleeping on the couch
>She'd never been to LA before, but she'd have to go just to see if she could have real mexican food.
>Or see what it was like not to wear the full regalia in the winter.
>She'd settle for the biggest head she'd seen on any man for now.
>"Well look at that! You owe me fifty bucks!"
>laughter
>"Oye, chico, this is insa-"
>"FIFTY-ONE!"
>more laughter
>Lori became aware of a pair of eyes staring at her from the darkness.
>A pair of scared, tired, and over-saturated-with-makeup eyes.
>"Lola?"
>Lola mumbled something.
>"Come here, I literally can't hear you."
>Lola shuffled along to the side of the couch.
>"You're too loud."
>"Lola, sit here and tell me what's wrong."
>"No, nothing's wrong, you big dummy."
>"Yes, there is. You can't hide that from me, Lola. I'm here to listen to you."
>Lola's eyes welled up with tears.
>"I don't want you to go."
>Lori took her sister into her arms and hugged her tightly.
>This was too much for Lola, and the tears began to fall, albeit silently.
>"Please don't leave, Lori. I want you to stay."
>Lori fought back tears of her own as the child heaved with sobs.
>"I'll never be too far from you, Lola. I'm literally always just a call away."
>Lori planted a kiss on Lola's head and smiled down at her.
>"Come on, let's watch some tv. It's gonna be okay."