“Shit. Shit. Shit!” Jo muttered under her breath as she rushed back and forth, toothbrush hanging limply from her mouth. Her phone dinged on the counter and the frantic artist skidded to a stop, reading the message that had popped up. 

Sky: 

‘OMW. Be ready.’

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Panic gripped Jo’s chest as she spit her toothpaste into her sink, rinsing the brush she slammed it down, pulling her shirt over her head. “Come on! Get off!” She grumbled through the shirt to the side. Jo shimmed out of her pants, nearly falling on her face as she stumbled forward. Her phone dinged repeatedly in the background as Sky tripled texted her. 

“Oh, fuck off, Sky. I’m getting dressed.” Jo huffed under her breath as she threw the curtain to her bedroom back. She began shifting through the clothes that she had never gotten around to putting away. Something nice and not covered in paint was a tall order. “I have to have something, right?” Another round of dings echoed through the apartment. “Enough already. I get it!” Jo pulled her hair from its ponytail, running frustrated fingers through her hair. 

Just as she pulled a semi-presentable flannel shirt from the pile, the door to her apartment flew open, Sky yelling. “I’ve come to pick you up!” 

“Damn it Sky! I’m getting dressed.” 

“You left me on read. I was hurt. Betrayed. Forsook. Other synonyms.” Jo rolled her eyes as she buttoned up her shirt, tossing items over her shoulder as she looked for a pair of pants. Nice pants. Non-paint stained pants. “My friends are waiting, ya know.” 

“Well, shit, Sky. Let me just go out in my underwear. I’m sure your friends would just love that.” Jo snapped as she tossed a pair of overalls to the side. 

“Ya know, I’m starting to think you’re being rude to me.” 

“What? No. I’d never be rude to you, my sweet baby sister.” Jo snarked, each word dripping with sarcasm. Her hand finally found a pair of pants. Black skinny jeans she hadn’t even taken the tag off of. 

“You know, they say sarcasm is the lowest form of comedy.”

“Well, then I’m in the fucking gutters.” Buttoning up her pants, Jo pulled up the zipper before stumbling out. 

“Flannel, really? Could you be any more of a lesbian?” 

“Is that a challenge?” Jo asked as she sat, slipping her feet into her Doc Martens.

“Of course, you own a pair of Doc Martens.” Sky said with a roll of her eyes and a scoff. 

“I am hurt that you’d think a lesbian of my caliber wouldn’t own a pair.” Jo said in mock hurt, hand to her chest. 

Sky rolled her eyes, grabbing Jo by her upper arm, jerking up and onto her feet. “Okay let's go!”

“Wait, my wallet!?”

“Don’t worry, I’m paying.” 

“My I.D! I need it, Sky!” Jo half-laughed as her sister threw her head back with a groan. 

“Ugh, fine! But make it quick.” 

“Ya know because you said that I’m gonna go as slow as possible…” Jo said, dragging out each syllable as she walked toward where her phone and wallet sat. 

“Ugh. You’re the worst, JoJo.” 

“Love you too.” Jo grabbed the two items. “Okay. Now we can go.” 

“Fucking finally!” Sky nearly yelled, obviously exasperated. “Let’s go. For real this time.” She grabbed her by her arm, pulling her toward the door. 

“Wait!”

“What now!?” Sky whirled around on her. 

“My jacket.” Jo smirked obnoxiously. “I need it too.” She pulled it from its hook near the door. “Okay. Now I’m ready.” She shoved her arms through the worn jean jacket, pulling the hood up over her head. 

“Are you sure?” Sky huffed, raising a brow at her as she placed her hand on her hip. 

Jo took a moment to think, perhaps a little longer than she actually needed, before nodding. “Yeah. I’m sure.” 

“Good because I’m not stopping this time.” And with that, Jo was dragged from her apartment for the first time in nearly a month.