Writing Prompt: This Isn't What It Looks Like

Here is some flash fiction that I wrote for Writing Prompt Wednesday, hope y'all enjoy!

“This isn't what it looks like!” I dive for the bed, frantically scrambling for something to cover myself. A loose article of clothing, a tangled sheet, anything.

She slams the door behind her, blocking any exit and when she speaks her voice is a shrill scream that rings in my ears.

“Isn't what it looks like? Come off it Jamie. You're naked...in my bed!”

She has a point. I'm panting heavily from the short burst of activity and it takes a moment for me to catch my breath. In the mean time, I shove myself further beneath the safety of the bed's comforter.

“Emily, I know you're probably mad.” I peep out from beneath the covers. If she wanted to attack me she would have done so already, Emily can get feisty.

She's tapping her foot and her arms are cut across her heaving chest. Her face is flushed to candy apple red and the corners of her mouth are slashed downward, toward the stained shag carpet.

Yeah, angry is probably an understatement. What had I been thinking?

I sit up, dragging the comforter up to my chin as I do so. My eyes dart down to the rumpled bed before resting on Emily's face.

Em's wide brown eyes glisten with unshed tears, she always cries when she gets real angry, and I scan the popcorn ceiling for answers.

When none come I turn back to her and lift my chin, prepared to face the consequences of my action.

“You have every right to be mad. I promised this would never happen again and here I am...caught in the act. Just calm down. Forgive me? I'll do anything.”

I move toward her, tugging my safety blanket along with me.

Her bottom lip quivers and she shakes her head, jerking away from my touch.

“Just get out of my room.”

I nod. The fact that she's still speaking to me means that forgiveness will come. She just needs a little time.

I drop the comforter and run from the room. That's the last time I try on my sister's clothing without asking.