Winnie and Sibella Fight

	The clinical, phosphorescent lights of the laundry room slightly flickered over your head. It was the only room in all of Grimwood’s that wasn’t lit with either incandescent lights or fire. You squinted at the flickering, it was giving you a bit of a headache. Elsa sat, rubbing her face in annoyance, and on the table next to her sat Tanis, looking, confused, at the travesty that was unfolding in front of her. Phanty, continuously stifling laughter, sat next to you, her hands covering her mouth. And before you all were Winnie and Sibella. Winnie had her hair down, and rather than wearing her usual garb, she did the unthinkable, and was wearing a dress. And not just any dress. It was Sibella’s dress, which left the short werewolf with a dress that was much too long, and showed just enough cleavage to leave everyone a little uncomfortable. Sibella’s hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she wore a flannel shirt, jean shorts, and was barefoot. Winnie started to moan like she was mentally challenged.
	“I’m a bloodsucking whore!” she said, trying to mock Sibella’s voice. Elsa shook her head and covered Tanis’ ears. “I can’t go two sentences without a stupid vampire pun! Aren’t I a huge pain in the ass?” Sibella frowned.
	“Oh, burp, burp, burp.” she said, holding her stomach. “I’m a fuzzy bitch who never bathes and has no manners because…” she paused. “I’m stupid! Awoo, Awoo!”
	“Bleh!” Winnie said. “I cry all the time because I’m homesick and miss my daddy! Did I mention that I come from a family of murderers and non consensual blood drinkers?”  Sibella made a little groan of anger.
“Oh, why can’t I find a boyfriend?” she said. “Is it because I’m a werewolf, or is it because I’m secretly ashamed of being a werewolf? Or maybe it’s because I’m gross and smell like a stray dog!” Winnie looked like she about to blow a gasket.
	“Well, I guess I’ll go try to talk my friend into a weird pseudo-lesbian blood drinking relationship! What could go wrong?” Winnie said. You furrowed your brow. Sibella gasped and glanced at you, her cheeks quickly flushing. Her eyebrows creased down in anger.
	“Oh! I hope nobody ever finds out that I’m lowest ranking member of my pack! I sure hope my best friend, Sibella doesn't tell anybody!” Sibella said. Winnie’s mouth fell open.
	“Sibella!” she yelled. “Y-you...you bitch!”
	“Skank!” Sibella yelled, the two taking a step closer, Sibella bending down and Winnie rising to her toes.
	“Cunt!”
	“Womanlet!” Sibella yelled. Phanty bursted out in her ghoulish shrieking laughter, only adding more noise to this screaming.
	“Cow” Winnie yelled, her eyes closed. Sibella tugged at her own hair in fury, probably running out of insults. Her face was turning red, when a cool composed look crossed her face. She pointed her finger at Winnie.
	“Oh yeah?” she asked, she asked jabbing her finger at Winnie’s chest. “Well you’re cute!” Winnie took a step back, gasping, her eyebrows tilting, almost in sadness, as if that was the severing of their friendship. You hoped it wasn’t.
	“Sibella, take it back!” she pleaded. Sibella shook her head, a big, insidious, fang showing smile on her face.
	“Nope!” she said. “You’re cute!”
	“Take it back!” Winnie screamed.
	“You’re the cutest!”
	“Take it fucking back!”
	“Cute!” Sibella said. Winnie stepped close to her.
	“Say it one more time.” she growled. Sibella bent down to Winnie’s eye level.
	“Cute.” she whispered.
	“ONE MORE TIME!” Winnie yelled, her voice starting to waver.
	“CUTE! YOU ARE FUCKING CUTE, ASK ANYBODY!” Sibella yelled, blinking away watery eyes. Winnie screamed and lunged, latching onto Sibella, trying to claw her face. Sibella shielded herself, and pulled Winnie’s hair. Tanis started crying. She didn’t want to see two of her four best friends fighting. Elsa glanced at you, and you got the memo. The two of you got up and approached the scuffle. Elsa grabbed Winnie, the stronger of the two, and you grabbed Sibella, and you tore them away from eachother. Elsa dragged Winnie, her dress tore, still trying to swipe, away from Sibella, and you held Sibella from trying to lunge at Winnie, but she wasn’t fighting your grip. She instead just held a cut on her face where Winnie scratched her, watched Elsa drag Winnie, sobbing angrily, away, and attempt in vain to fight the onset of tears. She wiped her face of her angry tears, and turned to you.
	“C’mon Sibella.” you said, pointing at Tanis, still bawling, Phantasma at her side trying to comfort her. “You guys made Tanis cry.” Sibella bit her lip, a few more tears falling from her eyes. She grabbed your hand and pulled out of the room, and through the hallways. The only sounds to be heard were your footsteps, the pitter patter of her bare feet on the hardwood, and her soft sobbing.

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	You sat next to Sibella, your arm around her, on her bed. She’d let her hair down, and she now held a handful of it as she sobbed. She nestled into you arm, and sniffed.
	“She-she just makes me so mad sometimes…” she said, wiping her face.
	“I know.” you said. “But she’s still your friend.”
	“Doesn’t feel like it.” she said.
	“Come on Sibella, you and Winnie are, like, best friends.” you said. “You to should just make up.”
	“I’m not making up with her.” she said. “She has to make up with me.” You rolled your eyes. “She’s the one who crossed the line!”
	“You both crossed a bunch of lines.” you said. She sighed.
	“Stop being a mediator and just help me feel better please.” she said, swinging her feet onto the bed and lying down.
	“...Alright.” you said as you lay down next to her, putting your arms around her waist. “I just don’t like it when you guys fight.” She didn’t answer, she only shifted her position and wiped her face. You suppose that wasn’t a very comforting thing to say. “...I think the whole flannel thing is a good look for you.” She rolled over with a half smile.
	“Oh, really.” she said.
	“Yeah.” you said. “I mean, I prefer the dress. But anything looks good on you.” She chuckled and hugged you close, resting her head against your chest.
	“Was I the bad guy in this fight?” she asked.
	“No.” you said. “There’s no bad guy, it’s just an argument.” She didn’t say anything. “At least that’s how it seems. I don’t know what you guys were fighting about in the first place.”
	“You don’t?” she asked.
	“No.” you said. “Enlighten me.”
	“Alright so…” she paused. “Promise you won’t laugh.”
	“No.”
	“Come on, promise.”
	“I will try not to laugh, but no promises.” you said.
	“Alright…” she said. “...So we were all eating lunch, and everything was ok. But then Winnie did this thing that she does, where she stands behind you and taps your shoulder, and when you aren’t looking, she takes food off of your plate. She thinks it funny.” You snickered.
	“That’s what made you so mad?” you asked.
	“Anon, you don’t understand. She usually takes, like, one little piece, but this time she took almost all of them. Like, they were all balled up in her fist. And then she tripped and dropped all of them on the floor.” You started laughing harder. “You don’t get it, Anon, you would’ve been mad too.”
	“Why?”
	“Because.” she said. “She did it one too many times.” You chuckled.
	“Doesn’t seem like a big deal.” you said.
	“All that matters is that she took my fries, she put on my dress first, and she crossed the line.” she said. “And she’s too proud! She will never come and say she’s sorry. She needs to learn to swallow her pride! But that’s a long sho—” She was cut off by three knocks at her door. Her brow furrowed. “Who is it?”
	“...Winnie.” Sibella glanced at you and sprang up off of her bed, scurrying to the door, before stopping, smoothing any wrinkles in her clothes, wiping any tears left over, and putting on her best “waiting for you to apologize” face, but as soon as she opened the door and looked down at Winnie, her lip started to tremble. “Hi…” Winnie said. She was holding Sibella’s dress. You sat up. “...I tried to sew the tears back up.” She held the dress out to Sibella. Sibella’s shaky hands took it.
	“Th-thanks.” she said, her voice wavering. Winnie scratched the back of her head, averting her gaze.
	“Sibella...I just wanted to apologize…” she said. Sibella bit her lip and tried to stifle the tears forming in her eyes. “...I just don’t want to fight with you over dumb stuff.” Sibella made a peep of sadness, and swept up Winnie in a tight hug, tears streaming from her face.
	“No, I’m sorry, Winnie!” she yelled. Winnie groaned.
	“Sibella!” she said, trying to sound annoyed, trying to stifle a smile. “Put me down.” Sibella complied and wiped her eyes. “...Phanty cooked some dinner, if you want to come.” She glanced at you. “And you too, Anon.”
	“Oh ho!” Sibella said. “Phanty cooking? This should be good.”
	“Yeah…” Winnie said. “But she was really enthusiastic about it. So, I’ll see you up there.” She smiled and stepped out of the room. Sibella, beaming, turned to you, her fangs glinting like ice.
	“Doesn’t that just make you feel so good?” she asked.
	“I suppose so.” you said as she took your hands. She rose to her toes and kissed you.
	Her lips were cool, just like the rest of her vampire body. You could feel her fangs, lightly poking your lips. She backed away.
	“Come on.” she said, pulling your hand and leading you out of the room. “I can’t wait to see your face when you try Phanty’s cooking.”
	“Is it that bad?” you asked.
	“It’s bad like a bat to the face.” she said before giggling for about ten solid seconds. You groaned.
	“Winnie was right about the puns.” you said, to which she replied with only more giggling.